Dry Bones Poem by Hugh Cobb

Dry Bones

Rating: 5.0


Often I wonder
about my bones:
dry & fragile
after eons of
geologic time.
Found by some
future archaeologist,
handled delicately with
brush & gloves,
will they shatter
to dust
when exposed to light,
like my oftimes
shattered heart?

(Copyright 17 October 2005)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Hugh, this is a fine analogy to the broken-heartedness of living. All that remains are fossils and they too crumble into dust at the end. I liked the strong visual aspect of the poem and its straightforwardness.

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Goldy Locks 11 May 2006

excellent connection.

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Indiscreet Episode 09 May 2006

I love this one. The reader can feel distant and near at the same moment. Wonderful use of language too.

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Joyce Chelmo 07 May 2006

Short but sweet... so much said with so few words. Mark of a good poet. Wonderfully written even though the tone is sad. Joyce

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Oisín Vink 07 May 2006

I loved the direct nature of this poem and the point was conveyed very well due to this. The shift in time periods also added a lot to it. ~Oisín

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