Hugh Cobb

Rookie - 54 Points (29 January 1947 / New York, NY)

Dry Bones - Poem by Hugh Cobb

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 about Dry Bones by Hugh Cobb

  • (5/13/2006 8:22:00 AM)


    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. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/11/2006 2:49:00 PM)


    excellent connection. (Report) Reply

  • (5/9/2006 6:34:00 PM)


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

  • (5/7/2006 11:04:00 PM)


    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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  • (5/7/2006 3:57:00 AM)


    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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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 3, 2006



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