This was a poem dropped from Her Red Book. I still might include it in another book.
solar strings
dust is beautiful
it floats in the stratosphere
above the cumulonimbus
and diffuses the waves
making the sky blue
azuring the eyes
of the nomadic poet
who learns the names
of constellations
like pop songs
singing them in her head
without sound
with only light
electromagnetic rays
that bounce around the nape of her heart
because in the middle world
there is a such thing
as sunshine
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The words “middle world” did not appear in the original poem. I borrowed them after hearing this wonderful post on TED. If you have 20 minutes to spare, this will curl your brain:
Good use of some great words. I like the physics of it!
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I remember learning in physics why the sky is blue and all that… lovely poem!
i’m so fascinated by science. i find it absolutely miraculous.
I love it. I love reading it several times, for the pleasing cadence. 😉 Reminds me of scenes of the ‘dust’ in the film, “The Golden Compass.”
Wow, thanks, S.L. That’s one of my favourite books.
oooh, how did I miss this one?? I like it a lot!
Thanks, AP.
Guess you’ve been busy making videos about being a wine correspondent. 🙂