A
hospitable transmutation—
Converting nature to nature and form to
form
A
morpheme unexpected
Provides an individuality all it’s own
Where
in duodenum, a plurality’s construed
While
in jejunum, emptiness is found after death,
The
ileum is the tertiary of the small
It
connects to the Cecum, a pouch, uniting the small to large
Phenotypic
variation is essential
when
evolving from shallow to deep
Genetic
pools that drown us under—
A
quick flushing finds a tide reigning upon sensation
If
not for the (sick) gills mutation’s provided
I’d
have floated jetsam like the rest—unable to
Find
stowage in some (ill-tempered) future’s ark
Yet I can swim, and I’m free to swim
Even
in these predatory seas,
I still have a chance, I still have
chance, water-wings and all
An extremely late entry to this week Open Link Night over at D'Verse.
My niece brought home a nasty cold from day care a few weeks ago, and I had thought I escaped it's wrath, but last Wednesday I awoke feeling quite miserable, which of course I poo-pooed aside, as a case of getting out of bed on the wrong side. Well, as the day progressed, so did the bug. Needless to say I got some medicine and for the most part hadn't really left the house too much since then. Outside of a couple visits to the store for necessities and a foolish jaunt to the movies on Sunday when I was feeling better, (relapse anyone?), pretty much been a sleep fest with a side of chicken soup. Well, feeling much better now, but not going to make the same mistake twice, going to keep laying low for the next couple of days until I'm confident this bug is gone for good, which I'm able to do. Funny thing, it's the first case of unemployment actually allotting me anything of benefit:)
So, anyhow, haven't been writing really much of late. But I happened to find the framework of the piece I'm posting right now, which I tweaked a little bit right now, as I didn't want to miss out on OLN and the great company of the D'Verse poets. So, hopefully I'll be up to speed come tomorrow for tomorrow's event. I am hopeful that'll be the case, as, (knock on wood), -actually knocking-I am actually feeling much better. Anyhow. Quit reading this and head on over to D'verse for the last few hours of Open Link Night. Cheers.
