As summer unfolds
the scent of dusty roads
urges us to roam
the succulent fig
the crimson mulberry
overcome the mother’s call
to scurry back for dinner
Instead, we scatter
like sheaf thrown to the wind
and there is nobody but us
in this unraveling earth
for we are
ones of a kind
When winter comes
frost kisses with its lips
the sills of our windows
its curling fingers
grips the air without a touch
Then, we slouch back
and huddle like a flock
of penguins in the Antarctic
seeping heat one onto another
waddling in circles
flowing as a whole
a collective race
From without inwards
from within back out
together, and apart
11th installment in the series of poems inspired by physics (see first installment for background). For more information: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spinodal_decomposition (the introduction enough).
Thoughts and comments are always appreciated
As pinched faces are eased and
Hints of a thaw.
your frozen heart barely pumps slushied blood all the way to your blue fingertips
you hope for me to grab your hands and warm you even just for a second
your heart is a rock
abiotic and unbeating
just a cold weight in your chest to remind you of your lost humanity
maybe once you knew warmth
but now you don’t even shiver
you are so far gone
you treat me like ice to freeze me just as you’ve been
Cold and heat combine.
Temperatures are a gaze we lose our mind.
Currents of the ocean predict.
A pattern for me and you something we can not forget.
Weather is used as a weapon.
Not only by nature but second guessing.
How can this be, you would ask?
Something more you can give us, something we could grasp.
We are all in for a rude awakening.
Electricity is all that they would be faking.
Plants and animals cease to exist.
The kind of anger that makes me pound my fist.
This is the only weapon they can use.
To feed our guilt to fill this ruse.
Being human and united is the only way we can be.
In the future maybe then you will see.
My teeth chatter with surprising rhythm
bright red face
from the scolding wind.
My knees knock,
One and Two And
my feet tap,
times this week I've sat in the cold
And two times this week
I wished I were inside
Originally Titled; "When We Were All Outside Smoking Cigars and I Thought I Was Freezing to Death, or. Why Must We Sit Outside, or, The Rhythm of the Cold, or, How Are You Guys All Fine Out Here?"
it is cold
it is tough
it is hard
but melts with heat
of the kitchen worktop
these are properties that stir tea
it is cold
it is cool
it is calm
but bends under pressure
these are properties that stir me
Bubbles and smoke
Wavering flames and twisting, spiralling water
Like two tornadoes of varying temperature and temperament,
And equal as different the opposing elements
Earth and air lay dormant as I lay,
By the visions that my very mind manipulates into my reality
There we where just cruising along
But I could tell something was wrong
Your temperature was starting to rise
And off of you smoke started to rise
Then you just up and died
I looked to the sky
And I cry
Why now, why you
Why Lord, now what do I do
I call a tow trunk to come to our aid
To pick up the mess that you made
He picks up your useless carcass
I just want to cuss
Never again we'll it be us
Dehydrated skin, like leather
You being here doesn't make it better
Forehead against forehead
I feel my temperature rise
You make me sick to my stomach
My little stomach bug