NaPoWriMo2017, Poetry, Real Toads

for a’ that

Photo source and more on spacetime

I awake this morning to a message from Bjorn at Real Toads

Today I thought we should move on to write poetry inspired by Physics.

One thing that has always fascinated me in Physics is how the concept of time changed when I dived deeper and deeper into its definition. One one hand we can measure time with extreme accuracy, we are taught to put into formulas to predict the orbits of a satellite, on the other hand we cannot really visualize it as something real. It’s just a parameter that can only flow in one direction (for a physicist time travelling is fiction).

The prompt today is to write about space time. You might start from concept like concurrent events, or from the problem of meeting in the four dimension of space-time. You might go further and think about the consequences of time on earth or space. The prompt is mine, but the poetry is yours.

“Then catch the moments as they fly
And use them as ye aught man
Believe me, happiness is shy
And comes not aye when sought man
Live for now, for it’s a’ ya know”
Robert Burns

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So here we are then



well here i am




you are 

there

(collective Somewhere
)


in space

time



(your own unique xyzt

co-ordinates to locate you)

as I write




but here



in another individuated space time


as you read



whilst simultaneously

being there




you clever thing





whilst I am not

yet clever



or




here




anymore

(at least whilst you are

because I haven't finished

writing so you can't be reading

but you are!)




I am now in some future

present



(NOW in some FUTURE PRESENT)




and my current

4 dimensional

co-ordinates

(which may or may not exist

as you read

because I may be 

somewhere else

even though I am quite clearly 

here 


Clever me
)




are specific to this desk (x)

in this lodge (y)

in this country (z)

at this particular time (t)




say




09:30 GMT




until they are  not





which is around about

when you show up





( and this is true for ALL of you who read)





which happens to be

right

about

now

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Haiku, Real Toads

no flake?

Photo by me

A number of my favourite poets to read, post over at Real Toads, and so today I have summoned up the mind to post there myself. Seems it was a good day to begin.

There is a wonderful prompt to attempt and some fantastic reading to accompany it.

On Poetry, Writing & Metaphor – Dreaming with Stacie

I was instantly drawn to the Haiku form and here I am offering up the metaphor of melting snow to illustrate the concept of anicca.

according to which, impermanence is an undeniable and inescapable fact of human existence from which nothing that belongs to this earth is ever free. 

crystalline snow flakes

sitting radiantly here

on branch in warm sun

Haibun

timelessness

Haibun Thinking:

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”- Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

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Life moves. Why the need for time? Why ask about the hours and minutes? Why measure it at all? Fast or slow. Time. Does the sun watch a clock awaiting it’s moment to rise or to sink below the horizon? Does the wind wonder how fast it blows? Does the wild beast wait in line for dinner? Why not stop and look around once in a while? Why not be present in every moment? Every step? Every breath? I cannot miss that which I am. The eternal. Here at the heart of it all, Life whispers magical words to my soul and sings to me the song of myself. Only here. Only now.

Peace every step.

Breathing in I am here now.

Witness to it All.

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