This is a poetry piece that was published in The Writer's Quibble. The theme for the issue was origins. Special thanks to Quibble editor Tom Ashton for letting me repost it here.
In the
puddles of amino acids
strings twist and contort.
Life gains
form and thought.
The
needlework of God, threads the double helix.
They have no
eyes, no sense,
just
protoplasm and membrane.
Life simple
enough to retain
the jelly of
all that is to come, all that will die.
In these
puddles molecules
click
together like puzzle pieces.
Life will
spread forth to all reaches.
The universe
trembles.
Andrew Krska, 'Primordial Puddles':
This is beautiful, in a different sort of way..beautiful!! Thank you very much for sharing. Love your blog.
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