Poetry Train Monday - 181 - Celestial DNA

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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Poetry Train Monday - 16 - Celestial DNA

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