Saturday, February 24, 2018

March, 2013



77000-Year-Old Bedding Found


[Prof. Christopher Miller sampling sediments. (Credit: Prof. Lyn Wadley, Science Daily)]

This is where they
Laid their heads.
They fell asleep.

We found their beds.
Between lines three
And four is a space,
Punctuation indicating
A pause of
Seventy-seven thousand
Years --amnestic mornings,

Nestled in settled stone
Waking alone, eager,
In love or sad, in
Their beds where they
Dreamed, worried,
Trysted, cried, laughed,
Whispered, petrified.

Here on prehistoric
Beds, this is where
They laid their heads.

11 comments:

  1. March 2013 .. eh? ... What about February 2018, hmmm? Love, cat.

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    1. To date, dear Cat, our pillows still cradle dreams. We haven't changed so very much. Have we?

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  2. Well, I'd like to think they didn't wake alone, or go to sleep that way, either. All that stone, though.....

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    1. I'm certain they did not go to bed alone because, well, here we are.

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  3. True and encoring to keep on trucking ... Love, cat.

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    1. Thanks, Cat. I have resolved to keep trucking as long as I can. You too. Deal?

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    2. Deal, friend Geo ... smiles ... Love, cat.

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  4. That was very intriguing . . . so I Googled "77000 year old bedding found" to read more about the inspiration for your poem (and guess what popped up in the ads on the science site where I landed? mattresses :))

    Back to the topic. An amazing find, and a poem that captures the amazement. Archeology and poetry. Who'd ever have thought they would go so well together?

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    1. Archeology, paleontology, cultural and physical anthropology are all tributaries of poetry --the flow of human emotion and understanding-- where we lay our heads.

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  5. Wow, seriously? That's awesome.

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    1. Dear Lux, whose name means light, between seriousness and love, we owe the light of life to beds encased in stone. Our lives came from the distant past --and here we are.

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