Diary of a being in the universe
by Michelle Smolen
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Chapter One~ Birth~ My tiny Green Eyes
From the moment I opened
My tiny Green Eyes.
My first peircing cries,
gasping for air to humanize
this new vehicle~ now defined
in this skin that binds
me to the Earth~ energy,movement,sences
stupified, I have been compartmentalized
Into this flesh, now I must begin to reorganize
my thoughts,what am I?
I must learn to connect~ objectify
what it means to be modified, socialized
I can feel my connection to the Earth the Air, the Tide
Yet~bound in newborn confines
I cry and cry
for nothing I say comes out right!
FRUSTERATED! I search for any comforting sight
finally ~ warm hands, soothing words, then flight,as I am lifted from darkness
and carried into the light
Offered refreshment;liquid,warm,& spiked
with love& with spirit& ties that bind
pass down the vine
questioning the undefined
boundries of the universe~ unconfined
nurishment,contentment,soft breast heartbeat,of this Mother of mine
by the people who show love to me
This woman,who calms with coos& sighs with the man by her side
I'm safe,I'm connected,I have a new tribe
To comunicate~ I just pout, whine& cry
Someone comes quickly to figure out why
They bounce,they sing,& they feed me
as They dry My tiny Green Eyes...
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|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Great rhythm...fun to read out loud too.|
|Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore
i see what you mean, 'chell ... i think you're right, about that soul tribe thang. very nice to read you.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Metered and rhymed perfectly, a mesmeizing entry and write! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Roxanne Smolen
|This is excellent. I love the rhythm and the way rhyme adds to the flow. I can tell you worked hard on this one. It was worth the effort.|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Excellent poem, Michelle of those first days when we are welcomed to this planet. It must be confusing at best I would think. I love the poems that flow with unforced rhyme.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You must be inspired for sure. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you, Michelle.
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|This is packed with wonderful images, but it is the rhyme that really catches my attention. Fabulous.|