housing

Walls of light

Standing planes and panes

Like prisms akimbo to light

Have held me rapt here

With skin in the game

Comfort be confound in coy

Contrasted by temperate untouchables

Hot like colors

Never seen lightning linger long

Enough to picture

Over iron mountains, topped mesas,

Yet you can smell the rain too, can’t you?

Miles away, the ions spin colliding

Into calm air-

Fixed for change.

We were warned,

Senselessly.



Painting by Jasper Francis Cropsey, Catskill Mountain house, 1855 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Where art thou?

People ask me where I've been and I am mystified.

I mean, I don't know if they mean recently-

or ever-

neither of which is that fascinating-

          which is completely untrue.

Nobody ever asks me this.

I have recently considered how Primo Levi said the glaciers melting 

in green varicose veins 

          could not be described.

He reminds me of Pluto in nebulous ways,

after all, he said it actually tasted like sky.

I guess we have all tried to touch rainbows, 

     and I think most of us prefer shiny things,

not semi-transparent or deflecting items such as prisms

     or  iridescence. 

Honestly, I am still trapped, 

so tell is all I can do. 

It takes determination, geometry 

to hold on to other crystals like granite,

becoming solidified, and structurally sound for a time

bond even, but really just passing through. 

This is how too, 

          rivers are reminiscent of veins 

                         and the passing of blood,

like what is liquid or solid 

               and divides me by you. 

Painting By J.E.H. MacDonald (1873/1932) [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

 

Prismatic Proliferation (Haiku)

                                                   Perfect

                  Refraction of  Incandesence

                Shining   ∞   Multiplicty

Image credit: Dispersive Prism, By Kelvinsong (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.

The Rainmaker's Prism

There's this thing I'd like to show you

                  -but I found

                                 I am incapable

                                                        without poetry...

Which is exactly where I first discovered this guarded secret,

                                                        symbolical sound all around

I assume the answer is Yes

                                                       -but from so far away I can only guess…

See first, we must see
Both

Science and Art so often             stand        so         far          apart.

At opposing ends of each spectrum,

without blending a hue, without refracting a filtered thought,

                                                       contrasting, considering, what may or may not be-

but knew with certainty,
both Science and Art were connected by the arms of Man.

                                  And for just a spot, a moment right here in between
agree to see congruently,

both Art and Science know

the Beauty of a rainbow.

                                  You see, Science will easily explain how tears are not

                                                                                       the same as rain,

but only Art can undoubtedly prove

                                                        a compelling hypothesis for the Sun to move

from day to night, casting various shades of light

                                                        glowing proudly in-between-

questioning, magnanimously, spreading is possible rays

                                                         for everlasting days…

Now if you just look through here-

and squint your mind’s eye without flinching or fear,

See-Science cannot make Art,

                                                         in symmetrical chaos

by simply building and implementing its material parts

                                                           of mirrors and prisms-

directing the light, the rainmakers plight, the triple refraction effect

                                                   
reflected back in the miraculous infinite true blue skies.

                                                          Aha! Now I can see it clearly in your eyes.

                                             Beauty.

A lens through crystal tears, prismatic rain,

light making rainbows,

gathering its energy scientifically

perfecting the Art of rain.

Image By Madhubala Naicker (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, 'Rainbow over Boulder, (CO)'.