Maia Mayor

Rookie - 164 Points (10/21/1993 / Los Angeles, CA)

What The Bones Know - Poem by Maia Mayor

When I am old, my bones will make music with every crack,
creating rhythms throughout my spinal cord and back
that tell fractured stories of where I've been.
All 206 of them are shells that breathe life into the living,
so I will smile on the days that I've worn them thin
knowing the end of my youth was only the beginning.
Broken and repaired, bones grow with experience
wrapping around broken hearts like the protective arms of a mother,
they comfort me.
even as they'll one day wither into nothing but gray ash,
even as they decay and
deteriorate at the speed of my brain when I am old
I know that they will hold me up.
And if time does not heal all wounds,
I know that if I'm lucky enough to reach my grandmother's age,
the aches and the pains will cease to matter.
When I am old, my bones will grow stories that structure life by the chapter
chasing immortality like dreams ‘cause we are always getting closer to the end.

So I will not spend my time staring at the slow movements
of the hands of a clock.
I will not live my life delicately,
two hands placed gently on my lap
while my body waits for my bones to rot
because life will not wait for you.
There is no pausing until you are ready.
There is only the steady growth of responsibility to carry your weight in this world.
So I will use all 206 elements of a support system
to remind myself I am able.
When I am old, my bones will build monuments made of ivory.
They'll tower over skyscrapers to show them how it's done
when the power of one man's persistence
reaches so high it could block out the sun.
Because what the bones know
is that their work is never done.
They wear our bodies like marble chains to teach us not to run
when time strips us of vitality-
erasing youth in uniform progression
like every strand for every second
every pigment for every minute
until we fade into transparency.
But underneath that paper-thin skin lie maps disguised as veins,
documented battle scars and sprains where memories left permanent marks.

And I can only hope that someday I'll wear my heart on my sleeve
to show you where I broke.
Show you how I woke up one day to learn the growing pains never stop.
Our bones will always throb because their job is to remind us
that we live until we drop.
We grow until we rot.
So wear these bones like armor
and take them farther into battle than you ever thought you could.

Topic(s) of this poem: growing old, spoken word

Form: Free Verse


Comments about What The Bones Know by Maia Mayor

  • Akhtar Jawad (8/14/2019 8:36:00 PM)

    Maia Mayor foresees her old age but bravely smiling prepares herself to meet challenges of ageing. A nice message to old men like us. A very good selection as member.'s poem (Report)Reply

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  • (8/14/2019 7:28:00 PM)

    FAntastic poem. One of the best I've ever read here on PH; you develop the allegory with such instrumentalism and organic structure. This rises above the body in spirit and mastery of the soul. BRAVO! (Report)Reply

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  • Bernard Snyder (8/14/2019 4:13:00 PM)

    Well, this poem must be true, because at this very moment, my bones are telling me how old I am, cracking at every chance they get. Love your poem Maia. And a very deserving 'POD' selection. (Report)Reply

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  • Ruta Mohapatra (8/14/2019 1:10:00 PM)

    So elegant! Such flowing words! Congrats on poem of day! (Report)Reply

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  • Banamala Sen (8/14/2019 11:49:00 AM)

    What a fascinating way of looking at old age - When I am old, my bones will grow stories that structure life by the chapter! Beautiful, positive outlook! Congratulations! (Report)Reply

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  • Linda Bella Wassermeister (8/14/2019 11:20:00 AM)

    Outstanding poem, and congrats on poem of the day, but there are some of us that will never grow old. (Report)Reply

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  • Bharati Nayak (8/14/2019 10:47:00 AM)

    The story of bones told so captivatingly - - A well deserved Poem of the Day ! Congratulations Mala Mayor. (Report)Reply

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (8/14/2019 10:34:00 AM)

    Going through the poem for second time and would like to go through it many more times. Very meaningful write about how life moves to its end gracefully making every structures weak and falling. Bone is a part of it that holds various parts of the body together. Enjoyed thoroughly. Congrats. (Report)Reply

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  • Malabika Ray Choudhury (8/14/2019 10:12:00 AM)

    A captivating poem - well-deserved to be POD! Incredible positivity expressed in lines like:
    There is only the steady growth of responsibility to carry your weight in this world.
    So I will use all 206 elements of a support system
    to remind myself I am able.
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  • (8/14/2019 9:45:00 AM)

    A superb poem advocating ageing gracefully while taking life in it's stride and using all the support systems including weakening bones to achieve it successfully. Congratulations on well deserved poem of the Day. (Report)Reply

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  • Sylvia Frances Chan (8/14/2019 7:32:00 AM)

    CONGRATULATIONS being chosen as The Member Poem Of The Day. Hurray!
    A marvelous poem of pure surrealism. Tremendously thought A true fascinating poem.
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  • (8/14/2019 5:15:00 AM)

    When I am old, my bones will build monuments made of ivory.
    Congratulations for being POD
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  • Mahtab Bangalee (8/14/2019 4:03:00 AM)

    Impressive and profound writings. congrats for being selected this poem as POD (Report)Reply

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  • (8/14/2019 3:12:00 AM)

    For a young poet to write something this profound, intelligent and so Far Reaching, without having experienced old age herself is quite amazing Your intuition is unbelievable, how to cope with it even more! .I believe you have a lot of positive things to give the world of poetry, before you reach that final stage. Certainly looking forward to your creations.! The bones of Poetry and its Soul will rejoice with us.
    Congratulations and thank you for honoring us with this poem!
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  • Jasbir Chatterjee (8/14/2019 2:15:00 AM)

    What a lovely, inspiring poem...Congrats on being poet of the day! (Report)Reply

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  • Bulent Karaalioglu (8/14/2019 1:29:00 AM)

    You have reflected a very human situation like the pain of saints with a pen. (Report)Reply

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  • (8/14/2019 12:34:00 AM)

    Imaginative.//////Congrats on your elevation. (Report)Reply

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  • Khairul Ahsan (8/14/2018 11:12:00 PM)

    Heartiest congratulations on this poem's being selected as the 'MPOD - well deserved!
    An amazing poem, the last paragraph steals the show!
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  • Bernard Snyder (8/14/2018 8:26:00 PM)

    This is certainly the truth. My bones cracks every morning it seems. Good poem. Congrats on it being chosen as 'POD'. (Report)Reply

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  • Savita Tyagi (8/14/2018 7:16:00 PM)

    I hope my bones can remain as strong and vibrant to tell my story as Maia Mayor of this very creative and imaginative poem predicts for us. Congratulations for a member poem place. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 19, 2017



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