Tuesday
Sep292009
8
Some hearts—hardened
by hard events and
the rocky sense of being
alone—are cold, unfeeling,
chiseled out of stone.
But the Neolithic
has its limits. Man does not
live on rocks alone.
The Stone Age crumbles,
gives way to a gold sun
rising on a brand new day
that shines
like a 3rd place medal.
I am a tin man with a throbbing copper heart.
The Bronze Age began
with the smelting of copper
and tin. Another year in love
with you. Here we go
again.
*The traditional gift for an 8th Wedding Anniversary is a gift of bronze.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Reader Comments (17)
Not to ruin a beautiful poem or anything, but if I were your wife, I'd have been out of my pants by the last line.
A neolithic love letter. You rock.
Happy Anniversary.
Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man that he didn't already have...
Happy anniversary, you are my star. Always.
j.
lovely.
seeing her comment totally got me. you 2 love each other hard.
Beautiful. BEAUTIFUL.
Gorgeous.
Lucky Jenna.
Lucky you.
happy anniversary! best wishes.
Dude. Great tribute but if you are even half as fucked up as I am, your wife deserves some diamonds as well... Take care of that shit STAT.
Dammit. I just wrote our 8th anniversary post and totally flunked the bronze age bit.
Happy anniversary.
Happy Anniversary Mr. and Mrs. BHJ.
Eight years. Christ, that was a long time ago . . .
Enjoy the day, you two.
Congrats to you both...perhaps it's time for more stamps on that faded sushi love card.
Happy Anniversary (belatedly)! You should get one of the cats bronzed in celebration. That way it's something for her, and something for you.
Wow. Your post, her comment. Ugh. I'm in love with the two of you...