ANDREAS GEORGIADIS
MUTATION
Your radiation
caused a mutation
to the gene of love.
It made it unbearable.
How happy I feel!
But what a pity, I know
itwillbestillborn.
Mutation : a sudden, random change
of genetic material with usually bad results.
THE GENOTYPE OF OUR LOVE
Love that is ephemeral
is controlled by a recessive
allele.
Eternal love
is controlled by a dominant allele.
We have the dominant
in an omozygous state.
SYNAPSE
For some time there was
a mutual attraction.
But that afternoon
that they met accidentally
-was accidental the meeting?-
synapses had
a lot of work to do.
The neurotransmitters
were liberated in excess.
Synapses were on fire.
Unavoidably
they had a relationship.
YOU CAME TO SEE
You came to see
the stuffed birds.
I experimented on touching you
and you responded positively.
I embraced you
and my lips met
your cheek.
Oh, I really wished then
that I could find an embalmer
to embalm that precious moment!
THE TURN ON OF THE SWITCH
The proof was evident:
that touch
turned on the switch.
They started to emit light right
away.
That light
would last for long.
Their battery's charging
had lasted for years.
PURE LOVE
They weren’t in a hurry.
They let love
take its time,
to undergo fermentation.
Now unrestrainably
they can taste it pure.
ANDREAS GEORGIADIS
ANDREAS
GEORGIADES
was born in Mesogi, Paphos in 1948. He studied Natural Sciences and Geography
in Athens and had postgraduate studies in Canada. Since 1978 he has been
teaching in secondary schools. He published several books among which: “Aesop
for ever” (Jean Monnet Award) (1999), "O tempora, o mores!" (2001),
"Fysiodrome" (Jean Monnet Award) (2002), "Aesop now and
forever" (Prize of the Cyprus Youth Children's Book Association) (2009),
"One hundred plus (+) one satirical archeries" (2011), "Greek
Mythology" (2015), "Satirical Archeries B΄" (2015), "Blossoms of Wisdom" (2016). His poems are included
in various Anthologies
It only took two of your Poems to realize you are a "Science" man. Aw, but the first poem was so sad, from "Mutation". That there was happiness, but doomed. "Stillborn". You speak of neurotransmitters, and synapse's. I study human sciences, for nursing school, and medical lab tech. We are made so complex. It only convinces me there is a God, from simply looking through a microscope, or that there are 12 chemicals in one tear drop. Or the miracle of birth. I congratulate you on your many gifts and talents! Your poems are incredible!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Barbara! God bless you!
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