Showing posts with label Poem a. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem a. Show all posts

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Poem a Day, #14 (swing)


Swing music might have been my parents’ soundtrack
If they danced.
Swing dancing always looks like so much fun,
But I’m bad at learning steps.
I would have swung high on a backyard swing
If my father had hung one.
I loved to swing a bat at a softball
But never played on a team.
I’ve never lived in a swing state or
Cast a swing vote.
I never have mood swings
(my moods hover around the midline,
boringly so).
Swinging is more fun than standing still.
Swinging left is more fun than swinging right.
Swinging opinions are called flip-flopping,
But why is changing your mind a bad thing?

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Poem a day, #13 (science)


Biology is the birds and the bees,
how life works, from the flea to the elephant.
Chemistry makes us high,
explains the carbon cycle, spins the periodic table.
Alchemy turns lead into gold,
distills the fountain of youth.
Physics searches for the origin of the universe,
from quarks to quasars.
Astronomy names the stars
and moves faster than the speed of light.
Astronomy reads the stars
and names their links to us.
Paleontology delves into the history of biology,
finding life in bones and fossils.
Geology rakes the earth, dirt to rock,
volcanoes to earthquakes.
Mathematics, the language of science,
ties them all together,
excluding the pseudo from the real.