Susan Alldred Lugton

Rookie - 20 Points (1946 / Dunedin New Zealand)

Chrystallised Genes Poem by Susan Alldred Lugton


They came together in love,
chrystallised genes.
They did not know,
that a baby might grow
from that intimate night
where passions fuelled without a fight.
Duality emerged so desperate,
two histories separate.
A child had began to form,
so different from the norm.
From humans, two of a kind,
with shared, brilliant mind.
Their bodies created something,
a person not a nothing.
Ten tiny toes and feet,
struggling to compete,
in that wilderness of places,
called earth, full of empty spaces.
Perhaps they should not have done it,
their child may not have wanted it.
If only they had known
what they both had sown,
for their need to be in the future
for their need to create culture.
Chrystallised genes,
selfishly they leaned.

Submitted: Thursday, September 22, 2005
Edited: Wednesday, September 28, 2005

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,785 Points Bernard Snyder (11/13/2014 3:54:00 PM)

    Lovely poem with a lot of truth. Nice job, Susan. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,499 Points Kay Staley (11/13/2014 9:18:00 AM)

    I like the name. Nice little poem to read with its shifting rhyme scheme and simple words. Not my type exactly but Im sure a lot of people could enjoy this one. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 6,323 Points Jayatissa K. Liyanage (11/13/2014 9:12:00 AM)

    Love, passion and intimacy.........................................yielding something, something not really wanted. Yet, that is how the world is formed. Nice way to squeeze it in a poem. Well done, Susie! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,842 Points Babatunde Aremu (11/13/2014 8:32:00 AM)

    It is natural for two to come together with passion to create a future. Its an excellent thing. Great thought drwan fron deep mind (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 228 Points Suchithra Harindran (11/13/2014 8:27:00 AM)

    yes true, not a childbirth, but the birth of a heaven........... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (11/13/2014 1:53:00 AM)

    Love is never-never selfish yet lust of that intimate night- in search of pleasure ignorance- baby is created- that not to be created- man purposes God disposes nice one (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,060 Points Kim Barney (11/13/2014 1:26:00 AM)

    Very well done.
    So true. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,017 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (11/13/2014 1:12:00 AM)

    Chrystallized is a misspelling; perhaps it is deliberate as it serves its purpose of grabbing attention...Yes, indeed, lovers are often selfish and short sighted; they don't foresee the consequences of their actions.. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,095 Points Xelam Kan (11/13/2013 7:28:00 PM)

    a sweet melody of child birth.... a bit funny too (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 315 Points Uriah Hamilton (9/22/2005 8:25:00 AM)

    Wow, this is a true poem, love and sex and pro-creation is selfish. (Report) Reply

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