~  ♢  ~

this touch
of your hair
brings me
there~
a glimpse a
sense
the recipe
of you
    
this taste~
your dna
quilt~
threads of
woven
chemistry

the essence
of you~
forever to
descend
into my
deepest
pools
of memory
and dreams...

  ~  ♢  ~

Copyright © 2016. Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved

The process of creation
Instant in a flash of light through the spoken Word
Or fertilized in the womb
Or sprouting underground
Maybe born of the heavens long ago
Before earth and sun
Born of the stars, exploding into the universe
Or within the volcano
Deep inside the earths core
Born of the waters, the streams and waterfalls
The rich colors of the untouched forest
Initiated in the sounds of night, birdcalls and the occasional howl in moonlight
Sons and daughters of thousand year old oak trees, acorns falling, scattering
Conceived in the deepest and darkest oceans, unaware and uncaring about the mythical surface world
Carried upon by the wind accross the world, currents and pathways charted by the birds and the monarchs
Dandelion child

"I call people creatures sometimes
That may not
Be a good sign"
        -mikecccc*

I can't help but wonder what the writer's trying to convey,
And in my mind I picture one of the creatures who say;
"We're much more like people than humans are anyway,
As proven by Jean Baptiste Pierre Antoine de Monet,
Inheritance played a part in changing human DNA,
Which caused you to view every creature as prey,
So next time you blurt out a line so passé
Remember it's us you're insulting today."
And with that the fair creature returned on it's way,
Whilst the humans returned and lined up for their pay,
Earned from the torn earth and the creatures they slay.

I ask my fellow writer a question if I may;
Was it your intent to insult creatures that day?

Every so often I wake up on top of my own blood
It seeps into the bed sheets where I usually count sheep
It causes a mess
But it comforts me

Because every so often I'm reminded that I am a woman and I have a woman's touch
I'm gentle but fierce
And blood, I've seen so much


Blood is the reason for a motherly touch on a child's scraped knees
A bandage infused with love engrained into the very fibers so deep

And Every so often someone's fingers touch and a bond is formed when one drop of blood kisses the other

And even when a baby leaves it's mother

It it covered in the sweetest pink tint of blood

Rigid, ugly, painful intervals of burning in the pores of my skin.
A rough sensation in my heart, I missed her more than I cared for my own life.
  At what point in time did my ancestors devolve me, when did my DNA first form this biological gap?

My instincts were supposed to protect me.

In mine
D.N.A;
The blood's compound
Spelleth out the name"Earl Jane".



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

They say that everyone’s DNA
has a different melting point.
That means that everyone has
a different point at which
they cease to be
a person.
At which the very ladders
that create who we are
collapse and die...
leaving us inane and
indistinguishable
from all the other
decaying organic matter around us.
So I wonder
which of us is stronger?
Which of us
    in the appropriate
    circumstances
would hold onto our being longer?
Would I melt into you
or
would you melt into me
first?
Would I fall apart first
unable to withstand
the pressure
give myself up
and everything that has
created me
or would you?
Would the
hydrogen bridges
that stagger your double-helix splinter
and break first?
Would I hold up?
For that matter
what force governs
the melting points of our DNA?
What dictates when
our strength of character will fail
when we will lose
all of ourselves?
No matter how comfortable
in your own skin you are
no matter how strong
you hold your convictions
at some point you will
wither and die.
We are all
such
fragile
beings.

When I look up into the night sky,
I feel a sense of longing.
When I gaze up into the heavens,
I feel something deep, down within my soul.
I feel as if I've once soared through the universe.
I feel as if I've seen the distant explosions of color
and sprinkled stardust beyond our horizon.
I feel as if I've seen the far-off galaxies
and mysterious worlds.
It all seems so familiar
and maybe it's the ancient wisdom
tucked down in our DNA that knows its point of origin.
Our very atoms were once a part of something
much larger than we can imagine.
Our souls are made of glittery stardust
and maybe that's why we always
find ourselves looking up into
the great unknown.