The poem below was penned by Doctor Carolyn Kreiter-Foronda, the current poet laureate of Virgina and one of my personal heroes. Throughout her life, Doc has been not only an inspired poet and artist, but also a tremendous inspiration for young women searching for the confidence to explore their artistic voices and the world that surrounds them. Her most recent collection, River Country, includes this simultaneous poem:
Elegant Worms
Thousands of C. elegans aboard the shuttle Columbia as part of a science experiment survived the crash on February 1, 2003. These pinhead-size roundworms share many biological traits with humans.
The sky’s an estuary blueEven though I've gotten a late start, I would like to continue to post good feminist poetry, or poetry by women, thorough out the rest of April. Anyone have any best-loved poems that they'd like to see posted?
Are we not like you?
when suddenly air sucks
Many-celled,
thousands of you
glowing,
through a bloom of particles.
sensual,
You spiral downward
sometimes slithery,
in a manmade coffin
gliding,
that catches flashes of fire,
we feed on
glints, metal bits
rot and decay,
tumbling toward chaos.
on earth.
All of you give birth
We illuminate,
before dying, something
brightening
to leave behind
ourselves,
come spring when we open
make
your silver-lined canister:
more of us:
each of you under a microscope
primitive,
smooth-skinned, cylindrical,
rough-hewn,
tapered, elegant
awake.
among rotting plants.
Hear distant bells?
You thrive, granting us
Honey-tongued,
wisdom in laboratories,
roots of lilies
crusty black pearls
call us
clinging to your shoulders
to loosen
while you tug and pull
red-bellied clay
at bruised vegetation.
in the hollow dark.
How did you manage
Blind,
the fall from grace?
we saved ourselves,
Did you curl into yourselves,
writhing
and in a freefall
micron by micron
imagine a snake’s charm
from the wheeling fall,
and twirl? Did you clip
recoiling,
pieces of shiny clouds to shape
shutting down
into parachutes?
into stasis,
Here in a Petri dish
dormant
that fills and empties
like death.
with suppositions,
We survived.
you—tiny miracles—
We—C. elegans—
carry pieces of roots
dreamed
on your backs which bear
lies,
like strong rope your plunge.
remained motionless
Undeterred, you stir from sleep
to stay alive.
and go on with your lives.
From: River Country (San Francisco Bay Press, 2008)
©Carolyn Kreiter-Foronda
2 comments:
Thanks for posting this, C.elegans is my most definitely my favorite worm.
I'm reading this i can't help but think of the scale of things. That these worms are very small, so small that this catastrophe was, to them, not much more them having their puddle stirred. Before that, they were in space! Which to them is not unlike not having your puddle stirred.
Hey, I'm glad you like it! Now, go buy me the book!
A reader also sent me this definition of simultaneous poetry today, which is much more complete than the one on Wikipedia:
"A simultaneous poem is one in which two or more independent lines of discourse, each essentially self-sufficient, weave in and out of each other creating an additional discourse. One of the best-known examples is Simon & Garfunkel’s “Scarborough Fair/Canticle: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.” In this poem the second voice is sung simultaneously with the first--i.e., the voices overlap, thereby enhancing the duality of themes, such as war vs. peace, and suggesting the polarity of all existence."
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