A light is cast about thy sunny face. My heart erupts at what thy sight imbues. Thy mind abounds! It sees a blighted space And transforms it into unending hues. The theatre is blest by thine auspice. A cyclorama shaped to shine so bright. Thy shades of blue reflect upon the ice Of God’s fairContinue reading “Sonnet 6: The Light Painter”
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Sonnet 5: The Orange
On the path where I walk there is an orangeWhich lay, five long days now, moldered, more fringeOf peel and rind than fruit; acrid, citrusStink filled air, with I it’s only witness. Surprised was I no creature dined the snackBefore rot took it, yet as I looked backAt the human intervention I knewNo thing couldContinue reading “Sonnet 5: The Orange”
A.C. Moore Sonnet 4: Singularity
The first infinity. Compressed zeros,A point of mass finely pressed in the dark.Between stars and milk spilt in the cosmos,God’s toolbox works gravities endless lark. There it is, beyond that far horizon,The enthroned singularity, hidden.In the shredded matter, quarks and bosons,A force, by which even light is ridden. Hidden. Indeed. We see only partlyVia math,Continue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 4: Singularity”
A.C. Moore Sonnet 3: To My Love
To me, she’s as the rowan tree;Her eyes as pools ‘neath azure skies—Reflecting all about her be—Her heart, a dart which quickly fliesInto my own, pierced with desire.Askr, Embla could not compete—Glacial melt hails from our hot fire—My soul is with her made replete. As she around me spins the fatesAnd pulls me to herContinue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 3: To My Love”
A.C. Moore Sonnet 2: Quantum
What is the smallest thing you ever knew?A mouse? A splinter, or perhaps a dream?Or maybe you’ve heard what sits on a pew,In the temple of math, language supreme? A defiant cat, Schrodinger’s good pet.Fundamental parts. Known and unknown.invisible, until measurement met,Entangling the clothesline, Hang in There! shown. Many say the math’s wrong. Even greatContinue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 2: Quantum”
A.C. Moore Sonnet 1: Sight of the Eternal
How oft I seek transcendentalism.To become entangled in the ethos,Yet fall short of the fell mechanism?Yes, how could I forget? It is pathos Which calls to me. Her light spread out like wheatto thresh, refulgent in great harmony.My fellows think it cruel to leave the seatEmpty, and supplicate the surgeons fee Be met. Though vacancyContinue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 1: Sight of the Eternal”
The Letter by the Chairs
I knew in time you’d come. With time, the smell would come. It’s no more than what I’ve known. The smell of people alone Could turn my stomach. That odor, of salt, and wet decay Makes my flesh crawl. People do not consider it, let Alone Their actions. No matter how they try toContinue reading “The Letter by the Chairs”
Poetry Patterns
Poetry has acted as a window into deeper understanding of language for me. I have dyslexia, which radically changes the way I interpret information, specifically lingual information (written and spoken). But from a young age, poetry and the workings of poetics was a way I could read easily. The patterned setup of Iambic Pentameter, endContinue reading “Poetry Patterns”
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