I came upon an electron, quick.
That little fellow had a trick.
Just as I fixed his rate of travel,
his position would unravel.
It Flickers and Jumps..
With all the dreams of Triumphs..
The Electron of Compassion, with all of its serenity..
When the heart discern it's Creator gazing at its masterpiece of rarity..
Through the magic in the sky..
It Flickers..like the northern lights..flaring.. shining.. collapsing.. and Rising high..
Like the intoxicating love..never to Evanesce
This..tiny little electron of compassion..
Substantiating into Aurora..
It Flickers and Jumps..
With all the dreams of Triumphs...
For to blend in its Creator..it limbers
only the mind can stop gravity
the rotation of the planet and the seasons
when an event infects its knife in your flesh
and you look from you to yourself
you see nothing
mirrors are broken
the world is opaque
or maybe it
only now comes to mind
in chaos you returned
waiting for nothing to age
to die
to become something else
the first sign of life
another life
You have no idea
the landmarks hid their grief
the manipulation of matter has ceased
the clock stopped
you are in the middle of the balance
no gesture infulges with the expression of a breath
no matter how small
the meaning
you are the point that can start downwards sideways
you are something that is no longer
but what matters
in the morning you take it from the end
and thus you notice that
even the point is a planet
with the girls exposed to a star
today
I am the electron that runs on a weak path
I do not know if I will fly into nothingness
or I'll stay in orbit
glad
of the attraction of my old star
the unknown nucleus
Is it plutonium electron
at dewy dance
Aw most welcome
My vacant orbits vibrate
My solitary protons gyrate
Let there be fireworks of exchanging ions
Between the charged universes
Let's be in fusion glee
My vacant orbits crying while swirling
Come hit me with your potent electrons
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13 July, 2019
The Miniverse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Electron herders,
that's us. It began
earnestly late 20th century.
The first organic computers
using polymerase and qubits
came later. Weaponry
via numbers, words
magically appearing,
telepathy. Measurements
in which the last significant digit
is the Other. However
immediately depleted
our resources were,
antibiotics were always at the ready.
Forgetting what we knew,
reverting to austerity
because in times of prosperity
we forgot to be austere.
It's the uncertainty principle
taken to the nth degree
where the bad god resides,
Zeus, passionate, confused, obtuse.
Yes, we are electron herders
matter gatherers and shapers
of our time. Cancerous
cysts, irrational exuberance,
collective experience, experiments
gone well or wrong,
we were trying all along
to last forever. Flood and fire
saw to that.
Prospero was our answer
who threw his book
into the sea and wanted to be
mortal, meditative.
Find himself. We found
the world without the self
cornus to oxalis
orbitals and calculus
waves and particles
equally likely to be
within us as without us.
Brian Strand
Contest Name EIGHT,NINE TEN any form,any theme single 8/9 or 10 lines
ELECTRON
The silver sphere did glimmer *****,
as it flashed across the void,
inside a craft androids did steer,
valve electrons were employed.
In outer space a negative base,
balanced the electron car,
the speed of light a course did trace,
aligned to a positive star.
[Based on the movie TRON with my own flare to it]
Who or what am I?
A manifestation of all I perceive?
Eyes working in collaboration
Labeling everything, including me?
My black helmet piercing the virtual
A neon light conducting through darkness
In a reality of constant motion
I smash stagnant programs into blackness
The speed as real as it appears
Old programs tumble and skid
Swerving to miss obsolete wreckage
Willing myself through this synthesized grid
Assigning values with my senses
Leaning hard into a brand new lane
I close my eyes to expand
Beginning to access the whole mainframe
And I realize that my senses
Create the prison of perceptions
And the power of my judgments
Leads to a solidity deception
Streaking through the unseen
Asking no one else for help
And then I bump that age old virus
Telling me that the Creator is someone else
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