Fragility is quite a strength
just as the crucial bumblebees’ breath
Perhaps not only titularly
gentleness is stronger than severity . . .
Channeling Emily Dickinson : To be a feather in a holocaust
– hope, sewn in the soul, sings the song needed most
A minor thought on regeneration : To regrow the leg the mantis lost
– a marvel on a molecular level - most miraculous
Of majestic beauty : To behold the fragile snowflake - winter’s impetus
– intricate masterpieces exist in the microscopic and minutest
Plant power is undisputed : To reap lemongrass’ healing gifts
– behold a beloved botanical treasure of abundant benefits
Quantity trumps quality when better suited : To cut out the mountains through erosive agency
– water as a weatherer works wondrously
Sources of energy : From the brilliant and prodigious mitochondrion - a natural wonder
to the multifaceted palm frond - suitable as tinder
It can certainly be said that, in the slight
one can perceive preternatural might
So, as the Scots say, “while we breathe we hope”
and our delicate operatives firmly stay a-float
Categories:
mitochondrion, art, beauty, hope, mountains,
Form: Alliteration
Feelings
By Katie Robertson
Don’t do it, they said.
Do not start writing poetry about your feelings.
I did not listen. I started writing, and once I started,
I could not stop.
It was like all my feelings covered the page like a
spider weaving its web in the coldness of a February morning.
Feelings are an odd one, aren’t they?
We love to hate them, hate to lose them
but wish they were not there. Wish that just for a moment
they would leave us alone. Let us sink into the feeling of emptiness.
Let the cesuras stamp the page. Leaving us with an analysis.
I guess the heart is in fact a mitochondrion.
It is powerful and brave.
It is everything we will ourselves to be.
Do you understand?
Probably not.
But are you meant to? - No, of course not.
Feelings are meant to be misunderstood,
Unreadable, in undatable messages of the heart.
Which will either be shown for the world to see,
or hidden in between the muscle fibres, until the heart takes
its last beat.
Categories:
mitochondrion, conflict, confusion, feelings, heart,
Form: Free verse
Walking in his shadows
Makes you like a dependent widow
You should have your share of the cake
Because you were behind its bake
Rebellion is the only way out
You must stand upright and shout
For the freedom you deserve
Enough of rights preserved
You are the mitochondrion
Yet you live in his shadows
And poverty it brings you
Rise up and be conscious
You deserve to be a king in the ring
It is your land to possess
But not until you live your own life
Categories:
mitochondrion, life, work,
Form: Free verse