a practiced smile on her face
a mother’s oenomel breath puffs wind under gossamer wings
reminiscent of the translucent wings of green lacewings—
mistaken for a pest, but beneficial—
to strike out and explore a thorny world
resisting the siren call of spring’s scent
turning their heads with songs of love
emerging personalities
unravel the cocoon spun in love
as naiveté fragmentises into bluster
a mother unobtrusively dries tears
desiring a moral code of empathy towards all
the sweet fragrance of pride
a tantalising selection between
intrinsic values and
natural curiosity—
concomitant heartbeat tempos to dog-eared sheet music of ambition
culminating in Life’s crescendo
natural selection, be damned
as recalcitrant offspring echoes eons of mitochondrial resilience
Categories:
mitochondrial, analogy, childhood, mother, mothers
Form: Free verse
In the depths of ancient time, where history intertwines,
Lies a tale of human roots, in mitochondrial lines.
Mitochondrial Eve, a mother to us all,
Her legacy in cells, where tiny powerhouses call.
She lived in Africa, some 200,000 years ago,
A matriarch whose lineage, through generations flow.
Not the only woman then, but her genes did survive,
Passed down through daughters’ daughters, keeping her lineage alive.
In mitochondria, those energy machines,
Her DNA resides, in all our human genes.
A tiny loop of code, in every cell we bear,
A link to our beginnings, a story we all share.
Through migrations vast and wide, her children spread afar,
From Africa to Asia, to lands where oceans are.
Her legacy is global, in every race and creed,
A testament to unity, in our genetic seed.
So when you ponder ancestry, and where you might belong,
Remember Mitochondrial Eve, and her enduring song.
A mother of us all, in science and in lore,
Her story in our cells, forever to explore.
Categories:
mitochondrial, people,
Form: Rhyme
Misty Moist meticulous mermaidens
manipulate manuscript movement
modalities making monumental
meteoric metamacroorgasmic mind music.
Monoku monologues mesmerize male-strom
multiplayer milkshake mitochondrial
metaphysically montaged Mirror Mirror memories.
My my my me mine.
Categories:
mitochondrial, celebration, cute love, fantasy,
Form: Alliteration
...I’ve seen the DNA records,
her own mitochondrial trace,
showing she started her own line
all the way back in the Bronze Age!
How many siblings have I had,
“ninety-seven,” my mother informs,
she lectures on local history,
tells her ‘disguised’ stories, and more.
The local history center
is thriving since she’d been employed,
her ‘tips’ have led to ‘discoveries’
that leave scientists overjoyed.
How many more trips will she have,
I don’t know, who can really say?
All I know, she’s pregnant again,
dad’s second, and mom’s ninety-eighth.
Categories:
mitochondrial, adventure, age, children, history,
Form: Epic
Destined to elevate
I now understand my reality I create
A goddess of the earth
Gifted with mitochondrial Eve DNA from birth
Inhale
Exhale
Aspire to excel
Movements of my universe, I manipulate
Principles of Attraction, everything constantly vibrates
Studying the 7 laws
Every effect has to have a cause
I change the paradigm
The vibrations climb
Speaking my truth into existence
Stirring away from negative interference
Destined to elevate
At night I heavily contemplate
My powers have become uncanny
Bearing the boldness of my Great-Aunt Fanny
Militant and fierce like Queen Nanny
Seeking the path of fulfilling my greatness
I stand courageous
Destined to elevate
My reality I create
Categories:
mitochondrial, desire, destiny, how i
Form: Rhyme
On a Painting
Hey, what are you up to?
here is a sliver of earth
between two gravid rivers ?
Swelling with milk
they quelled dyslexic lands
that dried and cried in nobody’s tongue.
they too had a fateful beat.
only it was random or circardian.
Obscurity is clarity, here and now,
of mitochondrial stuff.
methodical minimalisation
inside a faceless river of black milk.
languorous flow to wet phenomenal banks.
Who would not notice
the hyperlinks dripping nectar?
like running nose, perhaps,
in a manner of speaking.
they flow into a fulfillment,
Or into wind-swept islets!
Inspiration: The Frida Kahlo Painting “ My nurse and I”
By S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 12 Aug 13
For Cyndi's contest.
Categories:
mitochondrial, art,
Form: Free verse
Mitochondrial Eve spinning the moon
without interruption or supervision.
Stars sail across the sky without time
as she is both mother and midwife.
Primordial Eve in infinite density.
Infinitesimally small, a ball of power
a witness to it all, as all
abilities to predict the future break down.
She was there with the molten soup;
the black iron core glowing blood red.
The syrupy mixture of elements
spirit, earth, fire, wind, and water.
Kharithana exhaled into existence
into Lucy our African humanity.
Silently witnessing the dawn of spring
the azalea blossoms, the buzzing insects.
Everything comes alive when Kharithana
opens her eyes at sunrise to capture
that moment when the first golden ray
caps the mountain range and forms a lining.
Thus when Kharithana yawns, stretches out her arms,
like the big bang my heart becomes a beating drum,
synapses snap and my quantum capillaries
rediscover the meaning of life.
Categories:
mitochondrial, black african american, devotion,
Form: Quatrain