Halloween Poem --Pile de Volta
Our poems are wordstacks.
Each voltaic pile,
Once read, is replaced by
Something more --why?
What do we do this for?
One forces a charge
Up a column of copper
And disks of zinc.
One arranges in proper
Order all large and small
Ideas --one thinks
And puzzles then learns
To write all over again.
Each irreducible spark
Awaits its sudden arc
From foil layers in a
Leyden Jar, what a poem is
And what we are --ideas.
A very apt observation of the complex simplicity of poetry. If an irreducible spark is achieved, it's sufficient satisfaction.ReplyDelete
Thanks Jon. I included pics of antique electrical instruments because the mad scientist in all us boys can't laugh maniacally among modern ones.Delete
You created a powerful spark this time.ReplyDelete
Kind Emma, after studying electricity since childhood I conclude it is magic. Consider the internet.Delete
What the Universe is made of - ideas - must be powered by the Irreducible Spark. And that is a most satisfying and beautiful idea in itself. Thank you for sharing :-)ReplyDelete
Bertrand Russell thought mind and matter are two ways of organizing events in the universe. This would seem to make the difference between ideation and circumstance less distinct.Delete
I love the image of wordstacks! Indeed we are ideas clothed in flesh.ReplyDelete
Hopefully, it also implies we can be conductors of light --as you have demonstrated in your profession.Delete
Couldn't agree more. Love the analogy.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Lux. Most kind.Delete
Maybe we are just ideas....or perhaps figments of someone's imagination?ReplyDelete
An imaginative idea, with which I'm inclined to agree.Delete