foresight

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt “foresight“:

Imagine never being surprised,
never learning anything new –
how terribly…
how unspeakably…
how unbearably…
…boring …
omniscience
must be.

Perfect hindsight
and perfect foresight –
time become meaningless,
all eternity seen at once
and held in a single,
infinite
interminable
inescapable
instant.

How awful to be so afflicted!
What intolerable cruelty
to inflict on a god –
to be our surrogate,
carrying the burden of foresight
that we cannot bear ourselves.
That we hide from –
wrapped in our security blanket
of ignorance
so that we can greet each day
blessed with
uncertainty.

Invoking the priestess…

…or joining the blue-rinse set?

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt “mystical“:  

 

Tomorrow
the unwanted,
but unavoidable,
journey must occur.

The green around me
and the blue above me
will be left behind for
the five days of
concrete-grey obeisance
that I must make.

So tonight I trace blue
– sky, water –
and green
– leaves, trees –
into my hair
as an invocation,
as an insignia
of otherness.

In front of the mirror,
the streaks of blue and green
replacing the white within the brown,
I wonder –
is this mystical
or merely misguided?

Am I invoking the priestess
or joining the blue-rinse set?

Forces By Demons (FBDs)

A follow-up to Friction does not oppose motion, for Shruba and the Twisted Mouse:

Forces by demons,
and by engine elves,
and forces of motion
belong on same shelves.

Friction does not oppose motion!

You can’t, of course
walk or drive, with
no friction force.
Please tell your kith
and tell your kin:
You can’t begin
without friction.

fledgling II: kookaburra

For weeks they have circled the clearing,
pausing at each compass point
to claim their territory with a raucous laugh,
defining its borders with their mirth.

Now with a hoarse uncertain chuckle –
soft grace notes dropped into their song –
their duet has become a trio,
and their joyous laughter fills the forest.

I’ve told you a million times…

A pedant’s portent (for L, who always exaggerates):

It’s not decapitation
if you’ve still got a head.

Seereal

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, “crystal ball“:

No-one’s destiny is written in the stars.
It can’t be divined from tarot cards.
Gaze close enough at a crystal ball,
you’ll see silicon dioxide, and that is all.

a statement of intent

Kiddies fiddling
with piggy’s hair?

Tuesday afternoon ha’sonnet

Come sit by me
and have a drink –
a G&T,
a chat, a think.
I’m getting old
for ventures bold,
but this’ll do.

 

 

dot or d?

A little bit Sunday afternoon nerdity: 

Newtonian notation
is fine for the neat of hand,
but for those a little messy
Herr Leibniz is our man!