poetic science
Haibun
Lone wolf, Eros peacefully seeks its purpose, an anomaly. For cosmic chemicals birthed of celestial violence will take wing without patience. It screams, hurried through the universe, to opt on winds of chance, seeking only its end.
rock of ages heaves
fate strikes heaven with malice
last defiant act
Orbit of orbs beautifully gravitates, a peaceful harmony circular and cyclical. Sleeping habitants of chosen life reap an onslaught not sown. An intercourse of force is undeniable, forthcoming.
realm terra firma
mortal menagerie wakes
trepidation quakes
Recognition, Mother warns a tenacious consolation, awakened only to sleep eternal. Rhetorical cries, offspring breathe her ashen compassion. Seeds her garden yet again watered in tears. Heal, donning scars of stained memory.
firmament rains fire
charcoaled articulation
ceased artist, not art
Revolutions siblings rise. Innate, learned passed forward. Temporal defiant memory relinquishes the surface to delve into stone. Here in the lilac scented silence hums the satire of knowledge. Faith or query leads lifetimes of discerning a certainty: demise is imminent, as is life within elements anachronisms’.
ironic caverns
bequeathed cathedral ceilings
neanderthals verve
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Albert Einstein:
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed”
“Scientists were rated as great heretics by the church, but they were truly religious men because of their faith in the orderliness of the universe”
“Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind”
Host Renee rainspirit:
'Here in the lilac scented silence hums'
By April Lynne Logue
© 2008 April Lynne Logue
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