Tuesday, November 26, 2013

If Poetry

If poetry were science,
you'd be hunger under glass;
pinned, preserved, the protoplast
of a kiss begging replication.
With care and dedication,
I'd compound burn with burning
and melt the very yearning
of my bones for experimentation.
And once the study of permutations
had proven duplication flawed,
we'd take each other as gods,
and I'd sift sonnets from equations.
If poetry were science,
giving form to infatuation.

For the Open Links at Real Toads and dVerse.

27 comments:

Brian Miller said...

whew...nice vividity...the melting of your yearning...though i imagine the pinning down to the dissection table to be rather painful....

Marian said...

aaahhhhhh perfect i just love your rhymes in this! perfect.

Mary said...

This makes me think. Poetry and science -- so different, but yet there are similarities worth contemplating. I too enjoyed the rhymes, as I so often do in your poetry.

ayala said...

Nice...Love this.

Helen said...

Hunger under glass ... served with a side of brilliance.

grapeling said...

she blinded me with science... ~

annotating60 said...

I like this very much Mama. It has a playfulness and an overshadowing that is all the right proportions. >KB

Laura said...

"you'd be hunger under glass;" had me right there!

Alex Dissing said...

This poem effortlessly flows off the tongue. Well done

Colin Morgan said...

Yes, it doesn't do to look too closely at the process - but science has some of this too - the interesting bit - intuition and where ideas originate...

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Loved how you play with the abstractions, as though they were real. I loved it and,

begging your indulgence, I wrote something similar (but nowhere near as fun)


Science

tries to wrestle
some control
and predictability

into this
chaotic
madness,

a million formulae
and the solution
is still incomplete

not so far
from
the folly that is

Poetry.


much love, el Mosk

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Nara Malone said...

Oh I think this poem is science with a bit of magic woven in. Love "hunger under glass" and "kiss begging replication" and "sifting sonnets from equations"

Fireblossom said...

This is just cool. I especially love the opening two lines and the part about burning.

Linda said...

Nice left- to right-brain marriage, here. It's all so wondrous, don't ya think? ;)

kaykuala said...

Poetry and science a beautiful combination and great rhymes MZ!

Hank

SaraV said...

Science can be poetic--at least I feel it sometimes...love sift sonnets from equations (that was particularly brilliant!) You have such a rhythm and flow with your words--wonderful!

Sam Edge said...

This is so crisp MZ - perfection as a wordsmith

blueoran said...

Sweet, Emily Dickenson would have toyed thus had she ever strayed into the garden of love. The marriage of poetry and science here provides some ripe metaphors. This is incredible:

I'd compound burn with burning
and melt the very yearning
of my bones for experimentation.


The devilish things about these compressed, hot little rhymes is that the ending always begs a knockout punch. Not sure "giving form" in the last line quite works. Poems I wrote 10 years ago are still hung up over their final buttons. I'd also make the first line the title. Still, what a friggen hoot, MZ.



Lydia said...

You are such a poet! Case in point: this sublimely clever poem. :)

viviennehook said...

I really like this - the lightness, & pace make it really fun to read. A great sense of irony, as well as vivid imagery. Well done.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You have done wonders with this metaphoric conceit - the comparison of seemingly unrelated things: poetry and science.

hedgewitch said...

The 'under glass' part really worked for me, as well as all the windings of word forms that reach back into and then jump on from their individual meanings. If is so much more than a two letter word...

W.k. kortas said...

The language is admirable, the conceit tight, and the flow is downright lyrical. This is the good stuff.

Arron Shilling said...

When I started writing poetry I was chasing the feeling, this feeling: some days I swear it is going to swallow me whole, some days I want it to, others I just don't know. But of one thing I am certain - chasing the feeling is better than waiting for the curtain . . . to fall.

This poem made me feel the way you felt when you wrote it. a gift I chase in the writing but you awarded it for free, although it does cost me, eventually but necessarily because if not I wouldn't feel the emission, the concentration or the determination to infatuate gods, or is it the other way round?

V.best mama :)

Other Mary said...

Wow - I love this!

Kate Mia said...

I think poetry is science..but the science of love with no concrete form and only vessels and vehicles of words that love to even attempt to measure all of IT..LOVEth@ISallth@is..IS