The carbon of my body
recalls the best of it all:
the time before
worry and loss,
the time before
hunger and pain,
the time before
good and evil.
The time when
atomic collision
was the long
and short of it.
When molecules
that would travel
far and wide
before becoming
you and I
and the skies
and the trees
buddied up
in the belly of an
elemental bakery.
A super-massive
pulsating, churning,
bubbling womb.
A hostile incubator.
Our celestial mother
martyred by iron
so that we
might live as
rearrangements
of her labors,
her reflection
eternally trapped
in the eyes of
those who
know her best,
reminding us
to never ignore
that we are
all born
together.
Renee Novosel
All Rights Reserved
Copyright 2014
I adore this.
Thank you humbly, sir.
I cannot tell you how much I like this poem. There is so much I’d like to say about it on so many level Such originality of thought and imagery. Thank you.
Thank YOU for reading!
I love this. The concept is fascinating
Thank you!
Love your thoughts! Please send me back in this time machine.
Wouldn’t it be lovely? Thank you for reading!
Such a beautiful/meaningful writing.. and so true.. Bravo!
Thank you, sir!
Aside from loving your words (what’s new) I also smiled at your insightful choice of artwork. Amazing, no, how a dancing element can spawn entire worlds within worlds? Yours is always a joy to read.
Thank you, beautiful! Your comments always make me smile.
… And isn’t Juliette Crane’s work gorgeous? 🙂 I love her!
Yeah! Child’s Play is the way to go through life!
Love the artwork!
Isn’t Crane lovely? Whimsy is the fountain of youth!
I like the origins motif here….very equalizing.
Thank you very much!
So glad you wrote this. The sense of wonder that we are connected, through our own atoms, to things much greater, cosmic things, always gives me a thrill.
It’s indeed thrilling! The journey atoms have taken to rest in our temporary bodies blows my mind. Thank you!
Stunning poetry.
Thank you. ♡