Photo by Klim Musalimov on Unsplash
Not Yet
We can flick a switch
on or off,
light can be
manufactured
we've been doing that
for millennia
but darkness
well we can’t
manufacture that
the stars forbid it,
we can only dispel it
even contrive it,
but there is no
turning it on,
not yet.
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Filed under Science, environment, poem, Free Verse, light, darkness
At dVerse Kim Is hosting Prosery (144 words) where the host offers a line from a poem which we then include in a piece of prose, fiction or non. The line is “I would have learnt to love the black days like bright ones.” from ‘Dark August’ by Dereck Walcott.
dVerse Poets – Prosery – Walcott’s Dark August
Image by Silviu on the street from Pixabay
Inseparable
Coffee can do strange things, especially two double shot flat whites in succession. Anyway, there I was sitting so quietly that I overheard a nearby couple in deep conversation. One said to the other, I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones. Which piqued my interest. I wanted to join in, but how does one do that uninvited? Instead I mused over my coffee. I take a different view. Dualities exist as common necessity in equations and binary coding, turning left or right, choosing one item over another, in other words, they’re a helpful tool. But what about black and bright? Well, here science and metaphysics collide. Darkness and light coexist to the point that they are blended, they are in each other, thus good and evil, right and wrong, left and right, light and dark, circular blended, together as one.
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Filed under philosophy, prose, Science, Spirituality
“My feet upon the moonlit dust pursue the ceaseless way …” A. E. Houseman
What Do I Know?
Physics
catching up with
ancient wisdom says
we carry something
of the cosmic
in our dna,
am I looking at myself
as I spade away in this
microbial wonder,
one day I will be
more myself
but right now
what I do know -
I feel at one with my
shoes off touching
past and present,
my hands
grubbing in the dirt
searching the future.
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Filed under awareness, contemplative, death, Epigraph, Free Verse, Gardening, life, poem, Science, Spirituality
Photo: NASA – science.nasa.gov – Mars’ Jezero Crater
“We are made of longing, of reaching for the stars …” Danusha Lameris
Have We Been Here Before?
Red dirt
old dirt
salted dirt
ashed dirt
sulphur dirt
acidic dirt
alkoloid dirt
mineral dirt
earth
continues while
Moon Mare volcanism
ceased three billion years ago
and Martian rock tells us the
story of Mars' evolution
to desert death,
this is wild science
which tells us that moon,
that Mars
are uninhabitable,
maybe they once were
maybe we were once there,
look at us now
returning
to the scene of the first crime.
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Filed under astronomy, awareness, Dystopian, environment, Epigraph, Free Verse, poem, Science, Space
At dVerse Li is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about string.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Plucking Strings
Image: scientificamerican.com
“But who would count eternity in days” Theodore Roethke
Ever Increasing
I wondered if our numbers
would run out
instead, like the stars
stretched out beyond
in an ever increasing
energy, never to be
pinned like insects,
forever dreams
only on paper,
our ever pushing on
into an unknown,
isn't that the beauty
of string theory.
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Filed under Epigraph, Free Verse, love, poem, Science
Image: forbes.com
“String theory makes sense to me because the universe is a symphony that creates harmony with the vibration of our strings.” Kamand Kojouri
The String Theory Of Love
Just imagine
being your own orbit
creating a curvature
amidst straight lines,
bending space, time,
transmitting force
wave upon wave,
never falling down
always emitting energy,
infinitely creating
moving
vibrato,
a string
to be plucked.
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Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, quote, Science
Image by holdendrils from Pixabay
“The political masquerade of Scientism is killing science.” Thomas P. Seager
My Niggle I'm confident that the golden rule is universal, that's meta, a lingua franca so to speak, and there are other values and principles common across the world like good manners and non-harming. It would be true to say that, thankfully, religion continues to be positively deconstructed, and folklores have been successfully mined for nuggets of valuable experience, while science has blossomed, bearing much fruit for its labour. But there's a niggle, I detect a small dark shadow of ism at its edge, a fundamentalism lurks in the labs, wanting to preach like some temperance preacher about the evils of the seven deadly sins which prevent us from peak health, longer living, and productivity, salvation by economics. All doubters (who are true scientists, and theologians) will be put to shame, guilty sinners no less, but I don't need your sermons, just give me the science. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, philosophy, poem, quote, Science
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Let’s Get Elemental
Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write about the elements of the periodic table in whatever creative ways we choose. This is my second go, and this time I’ve chosen Carbon which, being an allotrope, gives us a variety of things, diamonds, coal 😦 , graphite, graphenes, and so on. It is for all occasions, it is a necessary part of forming oxygen, but it is also a major environmental problem too.
Photo: istock.com
“The greatest threat to our planet is the belief that someone else will save it” Robert Swan
Shining dangle trinket
an all occasion party type,
now retiring like quiet
Albrecht in a pencil thin garret,
sometimes darkly dark, though
more recently sneaky congestion
leaking all around me,
beautiful choking imbalance,
really hot stuff
searing my lungs,
everything,
no more the exchange
nothing can breathe,
leaving now,
disappearing through
a hole in the sky,
until, of course,
I change my carbon life.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under chemicals, Economics, environment, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, politics, quote, Science
Photo: pixabay.com
All at once the world collides
a quantum of leap
in a valley of lush spring,
the Eiffel Tower
subsumes to fish and chips
by the narrow creek,
a longing beyond language
a fragile knowing,
the universe
but also the mundane
of the everyday of ever year
without fail,
the most ordinary thing
in an extraordinary way
forever before,
and after much more,
holding breath as if
holding the universe accountable,
such weight
released in a humble
and ordinary lumiere,
would you,
will you,
lie with me
till the dawn of time?
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, relationship, Science
Scintillating – Word of the Day
Taken some time ago when I regularly visited the town of Esperance, the sun setting in the west, and dazzling the water and my lens with its light.
At the telescope once, someone mused,
“Why is it so dark out there?”
“Well,” said I, knowingly,
“There’s simply less reflective matter, and
besides, most sources are many light years away.”
When you entered that crowded room,
dazzling, you lit up the whole place, an aurora,
but your smile was just for me.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Filed under bush walking, Country, environment, love, nature, poetry, Science, Space
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