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Science Explained by a Scientist to a Poet.

What’s so good about science? I asked.

Atomic lego, you said. You said it sheepishly not quite meeting my eye.
It’s like building the universe with bricks, you said.

And you talked, of benzine rings and elements,
Carbons and hydrocarbons, oxygens and nitrogens.

And the words tumbled out from your mouth
Your hands scooping them up to mould them into
Something a poet might grasp.

And then,
Have you paper? Yes?
It’s like this…

And out they came. Diagrams spreading across the page like spider webs.
Organic.

And you talked of ratios and rules. Of complex formulae.
Your eyes, bright, held mine.
It’s just like Lego, you said. Only the right pieces fit together.

A bit like you and I. You said.

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Talking…

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Conversation. This is how it goes; I say something, then you say something. Ideally the thing you say would be related to the thing I said, but it’s possible that you’d respond with something random. The key then would be for me to absorb it and bounce it back to you, building a rally of somethings between us. Otherwise it’s just me batting words against a wall and that’s not a conversation, that’s a monologue. 

It’s a while since I had something on Paragraph Planet though to be fair it’s a while since I submitted too. This was dashed off in frustration at various people who either never respond or just never really listen… It was featured on the website on Sat 7th Jan 2017.

The Dark

The day came when the darkness rose and those we loved turned against us. There was no rhyme or reason to who was chosen. The great and the good were turned while the most heinous criminal was spared. We learned to trust no one. We feared everyone. Our world was changed forever.

Weekly Photo Challenge: transmogrify

Ambush

Basking in the warmth
of a hug, I was brought down
with a jolt, by the rug
pulled from under my feet.

Love

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Fluttering beneath 

my ribcage. Excitement and

Anticipation.

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Unsettled

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She watched as the jets leapt skyward. They didn’t reach the sky. They stopped far short and spattered back to the ground.  She wondered if the water felt anything. Did it hope to touch the clouds? Was it disappointed not to? Did it wish that it could stop this perpetual stretching for the impossible? Did it ever just want to settle in a pool and rest, allowing its glassy surface to reflect the sky instead. That was as good as touching the clouds, wasn’t it? A reflected sky was beautiful and anyone could see and enjoy it. 

The jets flew upwards again.  She felt their determination mocking her. 

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Edge

She feared not the edge

Believing their love rooted

Rock solid. He fell.

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