They’re going. They’re shifting
sands, changing hands, altering
stars. They matter. They’re smattering
themselves in nothing less than always,
nothing more than forever. They’re
clever little waving things, winged cur
rents, working theories, bright sigh
-entific discoveries. Microscopic dreams.
Prompted by toads.
cur rents. sigh entific They matter….
just….fab u (more)
Winged cur? I am seeing Buckbeak 🙂
Yes, so they are! NOW I understand. 🙂
Luv your playful handling of line breaks with this one
Have a good Sunday
Very clever–I feel like it is a dream of microscopic beings! Thanks, for such a great month! k.
Microscopic dreams, oh yes. Beautiful word weaving for a challenge that really challenged me.
Nice De. Those particles are smaller than microscopic. No one has ever seen one, electron, but they do partly act like particles. But the ones that can go right through glass and other poor conductors, well, … I am not sure they really are particles. But the math works.
Love how you connect the cosmos and the microscopic.. both macro and micro, infinity and nothing
There’s a wavelike rhythm to this poem, De, and I enjoyed the wordplay-internal rhyme progression in ‘shifting sands, changing hands’ and ‘They matter. They’re smattering’ – especially ‘bright sigh / -entific discoveries’.
I love your double meanings, especially brilliant is:
Oh geez, i quit! We are both physics flunk-outs (according to your comment at Toads, anyway) but look what you came up with anyway! Wonderful.
Oops, that wasn’t you, at Toads. Well, *I’m* a physics flunk-out, anyway.
Love those microscopic dreams ❤️