Zygote (Blogophilia 36.6)

Fifteen years.
Five cities.
Five zygotes
Spawned from reflex vibrations
Of two people
Running from demons
Sisters as stair steps
Brothers as afterthoughts
Glued together somehow
In the nomadic quest
Of comfort and security
Trying to assuage thirst
That can't be quenched

The zygotes grew
And rode the breeze
Lives very different
From each other.
Scattered across North America
Offspring scattered further
And yet, still connected
By the familial bond.

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  1. sueOctober 27, 2013 at 8:46 PM

    Gee every one is using zygote... wow great job You said Zygote and meant it!

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  2. Colleen Keller BreuningOctober 27, 2013 at 8:54 PM

    Excellent! Seems more families are scattered now these days ... sadly, sometimes even the family bonds do not hold them together though. :(

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    1. Another Government EmployeeOctober 27, 2013 at 9:57 PM

      Frankly, it doesn't in my family. It seems like we never talk at all.

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  3. AnonymousOctober 27, 2013 at 9:14 PM

    A fabulous poem, that mirrors our current society... -David II

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  4. AnonymousOctober 27, 2013 at 9:18 PM

    the world is getting closer together while families get further apart - some day an balance will return

    TM

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  5. AnonymousOctober 28, 2013 at 11:35 PM

    All across the nation such a strange vibration! 8 points Earthling! :)

    Marvin

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  6. Michael ToddOctober 29, 2013 at 7:50 PM

    Since I am a Gemini, does that me I was two of them? I don't know. But, I have a brother, and he is a Gemini, as well... wait, does that mean there were four of us?

    When he was little, I used to tell him, he was adopted. I knew it was wrong, but it was so much fun to see the look in his eyes.

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    1. Another Government EmployeeOctober 29, 2013 at 8:18 PM

      My late brother was also a Gemini. He used to tell me I was found on the side of the road.

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  7. AnonymousOctober 30, 2013 at 6:20 PM

    Love the poem! So true...we all grow up, go our different ways, yet we still remain connected.

    Irene

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  8. UnknownOctober 31, 2013 at 12:47 PM

    Thanks so much for the smile. I love this!

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  9. AnonymousNovember 3, 2013 at 4:05 AM

    It really is sad when families are not close and don't talk...but better than getting together and fighting all the time. Loved the poem...it reads so perfectly...great job with the prompts! DEMME

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  10. Kim HNovember 3, 2013 at 8:42 AM

    this was well written. Loved it. It is kind of sad when children believe thats the only thing their parents think of them like that though.

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    1. Another Government EmployeeNovember 3, 2013 at 9:05 PM

      My brother and I were both oops children. And nothing my mother did ever dissuaded us from that opinion.

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