Dept. of Poetry
Today is World Poetry Day
I haven't written poetry in a long time; I'm not sure why. Years ago, I wrote more. Because it's World Poetry Day, and because next month is National Poetry Month, I went back to look for something to share, something I've done occasionally over the years.
So here, have this, because what I wrote in my last post reminded me of the ones I love.
Heaven Is a Formula
I believe and believe and believe
with the front of my brain and my heart.
I whisper “x equals--”, “x equals--”, “x equals--”
and tilt my head, thrust my jaw...
How long do I ignore them?
Unacknowledged but perceived, to the side -
physics,
gravity, airless space,
forward rushing time.
Now I think,
“Formulae are dynamic.
They grow and diminish, they create and destroy.
They are alive,
and so inform the universe.”
Either this is all true
or it is not.
I am the extra weight,
I am the final sine.
Cosine.
Greater than.
Less than.
I am part of the formula
that powers the stars in their paths.
I defy gravity and smash against rocks, triumphant.
I breathe in vacuum --
my head explodes in victory.
The heat death of the universe is reversed.
Mine the hand.
Mine the mind.
Mine the terrified heart.
And, look!
My grandmother lives again.
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I haven't written poetry in a long time; I'm not sure why. Years ago, I wrote more. Because it's World Poetry Day, and because next month is National Poetry Month, I went back to look for something to share, something I've done occasionally over the years.
So here, have this, because what I wrote in my last post reminded me of the ones I love.
Heaven Is a Formula
I believe and believe and believe
with the front of my brain and my heart.
I whisper “x equals--”, “x equals--”, “x equals--”
and tilt my head, thrust my jaw...
How long do I ignore them?
Unacknowledged but perceived, to the side -
physics,
gravity, airless space,
forward rushing time.
Now I think,
“Formulae are dynamic.
They grow and diminish, they create and destroy.
They are alive,
and so inform the universe.”
Either this is all true
or it is not.
I am the extra weight,
I am the final sine.
Cosine.
Greater than.
Less than.
I am part of the formula
that powers the stars in their paths.
I defy gravity and smash against rocks, triumphant.
I breathe in vacuum --
my head explodes in victory.
The heat death of the universe is reversed.
Mine the hand.
Mine the mind.
Mine the terrified heart.
And, look!
My grandmother lives again.
This entry was originally posted at https://kaffyr.dreamwidth.org/727400.html?mode=reply, where there are currently
comments. You can comment there or here, but prefer to read over on DW. You can comment there using open ID if you don't have a DW account.