March 10th, 2009


Poetry Fishbowl Open!

Starting now, the Poetry Fishbowl is open! I will be checking this page periodically throughout the day. When people make suggestions, I'll pick some and weave them together into a poem ... and then another ... and so on. I'm hoping to get a lot of ideas and a lot of poems.

In this online version of a Poetry Fishbowl, I begin by setting a theme; today's theme is hidden, lost, or microscopic things, selected by the audience in an earlier poll. I invite people to suggest characters, settings, and other things relating to that theme. Then I use those prompts as inspiration for writing poems.

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The Hands That Hold the World

This is the freebie poem from today's Poetry Fishbowl. It was prompted by janetmiles, newroticgirl, and zianuray.

The Hands That Hold the World

The hands that hold the world together are things we never see.
Our ancestors climbed the ladder of DNA without ever noticing
the sturdy rungs of adenine and guanine, cytosine and thymine.
We do not hear the humming of hydrogen atoms as they bind
the amino acids together, nor the quacking of quarks in the sky.
The mitochondria are pets that our cells decided to keep, long ago,
and aeons later a caveman raised a wolf cub and called it new.
We do not stand on the shoulders of giants, but on the tiny hands
of the countless connections that create matter out of energy
and life itself out of the strange bright shadow of potential.