bubbles...
expand and rotate due to
heats energies ballooning within...
changing in three dimensions at once and...
imaging as trefoil knots...stretching time-space
conservation limits till...the bubble gives birth
to smaller spheres each...with a trefoil expanding...
as a temporary three dimensional...time 'eddy' being that
manifests change as...sediments...with respect the currents of time
stan's sand
Categories:
trefoil, analogy, image, time,
Form: Free verse
butter...quantums!...fly in every kitchen
quantum butter however flies as...everywhere
when trefoil bubbles rise...as heat
greasing particles...so to speak
along times imaginary...numbered axes
and biasing spherical wave expansions...relative
some pre-caused destination point in a...four dimensional universe
the medium of which is termed a...trefoil population of
quantum butterflies with two wing speeds....'c'!?...an on or off
stan sand
Categories:
trefoil, addiction, appreciation, butterfly, universe,
Form: Free verse
natures time-topology
...is such that...
hourly reflections never repeat exactly
...as irrational numbers define...
the extent of reality's time-image perseverance
...being as a bubble...
in now-moment physics termed as the quantum butterfly
...a geometric trefoil image...
as life's topological unseen-cause shape of eddies in the flow
...of irrational constants...
numbers defining sense
...as imaginary...
is the neural reality
stan sand
Categories:
trefoil, addiction, analogy, math,
Form: Free verse
A little shamrock plant I own,
With purple leaves, has nicely grown
And though my thumb is far from green,
It clings to staying on the scene.
New shoots sprout up when old ones die,
A never-ending stem supply
Of trefoil leaves that nod and dance
When breezes give them half a chance.
At night, they close themselves up tight,
A sight that brings me much delight.
I’ve never caught them in the act;
Perhaps we’ve made a silent pact.
Yet once the daylight’s lit the sky,
With sunbeams glowing from on high,
The leaves pop open in their way
To greet another brand-new day.
Categories:
trefoil, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Larkspur blooming in the garden,
With violets in the dell;
Ask to beg some pardon,
Because their petals fell.
Roses climbing on the wall,
Reach up to find the light;
While lilies standing oh so tall,
Have throats that sing delight.
Columbine is reaching up,
Her colours sigh in vain;
And campanula lifts her cup,
To drink the falling rain.
The sunny shades of gold trefoil,
Are basking in the sun;
While hyacinths send scented oil,
To delight the nose of everyone.
Blue phlox lifts her lovely locks,
To sigh upon the breeze;
While poppies grow in scarlet flocks,
Their fires can but please.
Purple coneflower spreads her petals,
Around a browny head;
And hanging heads of soft bluebells,
Are like a blanket spread.
The goldenrod stands in the sun,
Bringing songbirds there to sing;
And asters bloom for everyone,
To beckon the butterfly wing.
The spreading spikes of bergamot,
Give honey to the bees;
And geraniums sit and think a thought,
Beneath the leafy trees.
Flowers come in many shades,
Their glory finds a place;
To soon the scented petal fades,
To soon the blooms erase.
Categories:
trefoil, nature
Form: Rhyme