This is a re-posting of an early Poetry Train appearance from 2007.
It's something I wrote while in university. I was a mature student, returning to school after having been in the workforce for a decade. So this is the work of a 30-year-old me.
Note: This year I'm alternating Mondays between the Poetry Train and my arts feature, Through the Opera Glasses. Normally, today's post would be Through the Opera Glasses, but I'll be doing a play review next week, and the performance is coming up this Wednesday.
Celestial DNA
The world we inhabit
Hides its numbers
Shapes
Lines
In the leaves
Rocks
Horizons
While buried in the sinews
Swirling within blood cells
The rhythm of the firmament
The curling of the tides
Tell the tale
The Young Ladies of Avignon
Standing in their
Crystal congress
Know their geometric afternoon
Amoeba glide
Snowflakes drift
Pollen ride the breeze
A mother feels the flutter
Child turning in the womb
The sweep of the grandiose constellations
In the frightening maw of time
God's fingerprints
And ours
Copyright 1994 Julia Smith
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Oooooh wow! I love it.
ReplyDeleteGod's fingerprints, and ours. I studied genetics because I found the elegant simplicity of DNA endlessly fascinating.Y ou've captured that. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteInteresting word choices. I liked 'sinews' and 'amoeba'.
ReplyDeleteMy dad passed away many years ago, and one of the very few things I have left of his was a book published in the 60's showing then-revolutionary photos of children still inside the womb - and it is indeed AMAZING how much like galaxies that internal environment looks like in some of the shots.
I agree with M. Your word selections are specifically evocative. I sense a very literal meaning, but also something else.
ReplyDeleteI like.
Lovely, Lady Wordsmith. Your poetry is music sans notes.
ReplyDeleteI love the images you use and the unusual verbs to go with them.
ReplyDeleteExcellent m'dear!
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