A Small Stone
Tiny light blinking
Across field of stars
Air travel has become
Ordinary
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Big Tent Poetry Prompt: Science
Art and Science
Together arm in arm
There are always questions
To be answered
Nothing is definite
What if
Is the question
You must be willing to see
Mix yellow and red
Orange
Too bright
Add a small amount of blue
Too dark
Add a small of white
Count the stars
The number is
Sure to come in handy
Everything is relative
Work a life time
Discoveries made
Permission given
Continue
What if
Like the big circle of life
Walk the perimeter
No beginning
No ending
Just new questions
To be answered
13 comments:
Annell,
I, too, am always awed by the synchrony between art and science.
Here's my tent contribution:
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/03/09/you-and-me-scientifically/
Art and Science have SO much in common...
dissolved
Love it! "count the stars"......good one, Annell, and I love your stone this morning too.
Yes, Annell, art and science have so much
in common. Good poem.
Pamela
nice take.
art/science depend on each other..
cheers.
here is mine:
When Science Becomes Political
Always more questions than answers. Another well-informed poem for our delight.
Art and Science? My friend, a poet with a PHD in Chemistry, used to tell me that all the time. I often wondered about him. Now have to wonder about me, instead. Really like your tiny stone and have often had the same thought cross my mind. I like the poem, it makes sense, now if I can only wrap that sense around my own head.
Elizabeth
Some air travel is ordinary..magic balloons however always fly past stars..looking at pictures of you at work I would say you mix science and art..do you not have to if you are a visual artist? I like that there are always more questions..even if sometimes there aren't any new answers...Jae
One of my favorite ideas is that the more we know the more questions we have. Nicely done!
I enjoyed your first poem so very much. I have butterflies on my mind and found myself wondering if we would every know ordinary flight as a butterfly does.
A true labyrinth! Lovely.
Love "the big circle of life"...
~laurie
Do you suppose we start answering the big questions seconds after death?
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