The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 3/13/09

[BlueIris]

"Resonance"
      United by their tenderness, united by their intellectual
      passions, they had, in a wooden shack, the anti-natural
      existence for which they had both been made.
                   Eve Curie

Letters inked on a plane of paper
squirmed like insects, mocking him, 
while numbers soared, steady as cathedrals, 
and crystals tolled out truths
that only he could hear. 
  
He stroked them, warmed them, 
conjured a quickening, his
piezoelectric pressure, vibrations
humming through quartz like shivers
through flesh. 
  
When he found her, stolid and rigid
as rock, not among humans, 
transmutation began in earnest--
stability to fluency to stability
elements decaying to lead
notebooks filling 
with their symbols commingled, 
enmeshment of structure and resonance. 
  
Then half-lives, decay, 
loss of electrons, collapse, 
the dust of his bones. 

~Donna Mae Brown

[BlueIris]

1. Kick.

[ThomCat]

2. That is very interesting, and took a couple of readings.

:)

I know I would have got a lot more out of this in the past, and picked it up it all up in the first reading before. But it's nice to still be able to read it and get it at all. :P