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Control, Attack, Restore

cell splitting cusp of freedom on the edge splashing joy damage spreads cells lament tormenting truth dying still even so new creations work harder threatening disease calls stubborn from birth to its sleep rattles heart heart reacts brave on the sun's horizon hope instills cells remain raped inside you by forced smile they know it

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 8/12/2015 8:24:00 PM

Laura, it's the intellect of the cell. If you put enough of them together, you get a brain! This is just too funny and clever for me not to smile. You have such insight my dear. So many perspectives on things. I pale with my simple interpretations of things that I constantly summarize. That is why I only write brief poetry, and why I am in such awe of what you do. The mind is funny as you point out (and it has to deal with a lot).

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 8/12/2015 8:26:00 PM

Your mind is quick and sharp, Duke. I love that you smile at my crazy work. ~Laura

Justin Bordner

Date: 8/7/2015 2:55:00 AM

You can do it all woman! This composition is an exemplary use of analytical rhythm in haiku form. This work is very visceral, in that communicates the inner battle of biology and soul. Although richly dark and violent, to me this poem is riveting with perseverance Laura...J.A.B.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 8/7/2015 3:54:00 AM

I love that you understand so deeply Justin! It's so refreshing, though not surprising as you read and analyze so effortlessly and intelligently. Thank you, as always, for your meaningful thoughts. ~Laura

Eileen Manassian

Date: 8/6/2015 8:38:00 AM

Oh...this needs another read.....I'm with Cas on this one. That last one really packs an impact, dear. Great write.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 8/6/2015 3:08:00 PM

Thanks very much! The body is fierce against all sicknesses and disease. It fights with resilience and often ceaselessly, even when death rears its head to warn of its coming. We can't deny each little part of us is significant... we cannot hide ourselves...from ourselves...? If that makes sense.. I'm weird. I dunno what I'm saying anymore. Thanks for the visit anyhow! ~Laura

Casarah Nance

Date: 8/6/2015 7:43:00 AM

Wow, well done! You're haiku strings are powerful, the last stanza gives me goosebumps.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 8/6/2015 3:04:00 PM

Yes, that last one is pretty intense. I am glad you got to read it! ~Laura