“Abstract Evolution Series 1018” by Dina Sierra
we were born in damp caves
or perhaps came from
under the sea
before planets had names
or a language for teaching us
how to adore them
our tadpole tails twitched
with momentous intense
metamorphosis
standing us bipedal upright
enabling the reach of our
eyes and our ears to the stars
seeking company somewhere
more noble than we
finding only the echoes
of our own beginnings
as ungrateful stewards in heir
to our own earthen womb
left to struggle with finding
the right way to love her
(originally posted December 2013)
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“Like” is too tame. Your poem is an experience. Love it.
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your comment thrills me
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I had an interesting visceral reaction to “earthen womb”….might make a poem completely different from yours.
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tell me more
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I’m thinking my mother’s womb must have been made of hard earthen clay, not warm flesh.
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I’m so sorry for whatever pain this caused you – but, however troubled, I’m grateful she gave you the gift of life and in turn gave to me your friendship
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Oh I don’t mean to whine so much–the earthen womb spoke to me.
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Really wonderful poem!
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greatly appreciate that
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It’s taking us forever to learn!
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but we’re getting there
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The only way to love her is to be one with her…. 🙂
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we are learning
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🙂
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Very very nice, Paul.
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thanks dearly friend owl
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You are welcome, dear.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Personally, I don’t believe in evolution but, and it’s a big but, your piece describes the state of the embryo in the womb
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I like that analogy very much
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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most welcome!!!
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I do believe ‘The English Professor at Large’ has put it more eloquently than I could!
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cheers
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Lovely Paul! Where did your inspiration for this come from? I love it, but it’s something I never would have thought of.
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I wrote it last December – whatever inspired it is lost, I’m afraid, to an aging memory
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Love it
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thanks kindly
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Hmmm, a great ponder for sure.
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eventually, the pondering needs conversion to action
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Initially, my comment referred to pondering the poem…I’ve since gone back and reread the poem, and earlier comments…so yes, we can’t simply ponder the care of the Earth, we must act in whatever way we are able–small or great.
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