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Poem for 4/8/2016 April 8, 2016

Posted by aquillam in poetry.
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I couldn’t come up with a title for this one

The ceremonies have been performed
The paperwork filed
The flowers have wilted
The casseroles are eaten
Family and friends have returned home
Clothing is boxed and sent to charity
Just one last task to perform
Blank cards waiting for the words
"Thank you for your kindness and sympathy"
Then the tasks will be done
Life will move on

Shadows at dawn April 7, 2016

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The shadows of tree limbs
stretch bare fingered limbs
out across a rolling field
tinged gold
by the early light.
They reach across the hills
stretching for their kin
almost a mile away
unable to reach across the hills
they slide back to their trees
retreating with the rising Sun
for a new dawn
to try again

Magnetic field April 6, 2016

Posted by aquillam in Astronomy, poetry, Science.
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Rising from the south pole,
Pushing the compass needle
                  is that
Dragging with it
  the charged particles
     blown off of the Sun
         that would strip our DNA
     of important atoms
  slamming them down
     into the air
         where they fluoresce
      in dancing lights
   and sing
in radio

It loops back down in the north
   passing through the Earth
        to rise again
           protecting us
        like a cocoon
   from the harsh
life giving Sun

Stone April 4, 2016

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There is a stone in my shoe
It was there 
When I put my shoes on, but 
It was small, and I was in a hurry and could not spare the time to remove it.
It was there 
Standing on the bus, but 
I teetered off balance in a crowd

It was there 
Walking through the hall where I work, but
Standing in stocking feet digging through my insoles
Would have seemed unprofessional
It was there 
Walking in the woods
Each step a reminder of its presence, but 
I'm sure if I stopped to take off my shoe, I would only pick up more.
There is a stone in my shoe 
But it is small
And I am busy
It doesn't matter