dr_con Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 epigenetics Biology is our crucible memories and character the metal ore, mind is its flame. For uncountable time we can hear the voice in every ragged folded corner; I am not my mother or my father, but this rebellion is the sum of displaced choices the gifting of probabilities, reflected in the hollow smell of winter air awakening buried mnemonics of my perception, being forged by random glances through evolution's heavy door. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 Dr., what are you doing??? I check Poetry Connection whenever time permits, and I noticed that you were showcasing a wonderful, highly lyrical "Love Poem -- Cubist's Self Portrait." When I looked today, I saw that it had been replaced with Epigentics. Okay ... so Epigenetics is good, too. I like how the narrator recognizes his declaration (I am not my mother/or my father) as rebellion/... the sum of displaced choices/... reflected/in the hollow smell of winter air -- What a fantastic image! -- but I loved the other poem. I thought it was quite different and, in its own right, easily one of your best. I was hoping you would share it here, too ... Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 Dr.con, this is very nice poem - natural. The evolution of life takes different ways, and probably always is inspiration and provocation for biologists and scientific . I like how the poem starts, very metaphorical and interesting: Biology is our crucible memories and character the metal ore, mind is its flame. Like Tony too, I like the expression: " I am not my mother or my father" . That shows to me some point that maybe the humanity doesn't agree with all crazy experiments around. That reflection I got from the next part also: but this rebellion is the sum of displaced choices the gifting of probabilities, reflected in the hollow smell of winter air awakening buried mnemonics forged by random glances through evolution's heavy door. Ending part is perfect and I totally agree with it. Thank you for another wonderful poem. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted May 19, 2009 Author Share Posted May 19, 2009 Many Thanks Tony and Alek! Tony, I'll post my "a Love Song" and that will be my 3 for this week... Started a new job, that I'm up at 4 am, this week has been a little crazed;-) DC Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 dr_con wrote: I'll post my "a Love Song" ... DC Thanks, Dr. C! I love that one, and I'll make my way over to it later today. Started a new job, that I'm up at 4 am, this week has been a little crazed ... Four a.m. is such an obscene hour ... No matter how early I go to sleep, my body just can't get used to getting up before six in the morning. I guess I'm more of a "night person." Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
douglas Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 this is fantastic! a great collection of thoughts and images concerning our origin, existence and humanity. i love the contrast between the personal and the universal. lovely stuff - just up my street! Quote To receive love, you have to give it... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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