Iron Poet, Round XIII.
Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it
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a pencil in your hand, graphite smudges
on your cheek; you were beautiful then,
my diamond in gray, in scientific wonder.
"We live by hydrogen, by oxygen,
by the miracles of physics and biology,
and if there is no God, then science
is enough for me, science is enough for me,
science is enough."
"We are creatures of ocean," I said,
and I took the pencil from your hand,
wiped the smudges from your cheek; smiled.
You were beautiful then, and you still are.
"We live by blood, by saltwater,
by the miracles of history and evolution,
and even without science, you would
be enough for me, you are enough for me,
this, here, is enough."
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