Always up for a poem about the Quantum stuff!

an old writer and his words

Quantum gravitation,
I strongly suggest,
is something on which
you cannot really count.
I know all things
are supposed
to be relative
but as an only
and adopted child
I have none,
for me relativity
is something special
and generally
the lack weighs heavily.

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Pick-a-Poem: “Botany”

A fine poem about botany….

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Welcome, folks, to another Pick-a-Poem post! Each week, we feature a new poem here on the Jet Fuel Review blog. These poems come from a really awesome site called Poetry Daily, which features a new poem every day and has tons of new material for you to read and discover. This week we’re featuring Botany by Sarah Holland-Batt.

According to her bio page, Sarah Holland-Batt is an Australian poet who has won numerous awards. Her first book, Aria, won the Arts ACT Judith Wright Award and was shortlisted for the New South Wales Premier’s Kenneth Slessor Prize. She is also the recipient of the WG Walker Memorial Fulbright Scholarship and an Australia Council Literature Residency. She is currently lecturing in Creative Writing at the Queensland University of Technology.

Botany by Sarah Holland-Batt

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Beauty that you may never see

I have seen beauty that you may never see
Folded something ugly into Hilbert space
And watched as quantum nonsense became obvious and sane
Step by step built equations
Adding to one side
Taking from the other
And found true beauty
It is something you feel, something known
Something to do with symmetry
Something to do with what is revealed and what is not
(much like an evening dress)
Now it is lost to me
My mathematical muscles are wasted away
But I remember, Oh I remember

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

From the Cheesellers Wife

Poems about IT: Number 1

The trick is slick code to manage
all the if, for, and while statements
in a optimized number of lines.
Pass a list, fix the syntax, import all the variables.
Comment your lines and indent where necessary,
leaving line breaks and whitespace
for readability.

— Monica Sharman

Poem submitted as part of  community poetry prompts at https://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/

Royal Edinburgh Observatory

A lament for an unused Telescope:

The Cheesesellers Wife

Royal Edinburgh Observatory

Poor lost instrument, trapped in your tower
Where the dome never opens from year to year.
They no longer use you to search the heavens
Battered and bruised, missing parts, you lurk in the darkness of your cage
If only I could find glass plates, unwrap them in the dark, open the dome and set you free

  Copyright © 2015  Kim Whysall-Hammond

Re-blogged from 2015.

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Peaceful Soil

Another Biology poem for the collection:

Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

Good roots avoid the sunbeams.
They much prefer the dark
Away from light and sources bright.
They love the mysteries of night.
That’s where they leave their mark.

But leaves prefer the sunlight.
That’s where they dream to toil
And offer all until the Fall
To help their Whole stand true and tall
Then rest on peaceful soil.

“The roots are also incredibly light-sensitive; but in contrast to the leaves, they don’t like light at all.” Stefano Mancuso and Alessandra Viola, Brilliant Green: The Surprising History and Science of Plant Intelligence, Island Press, translated by Joan Benham, 2015, page 50. If you think plants are vegetables, this book is worth reading.

Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Björn Rudberg with “soil” as the prompt.
Linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads for their Tuesday Platform imagined by Marian.
Photo: “The Details of Blooming” by the author. The scene is…

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caterpillar soup

Its hard to find good Biology poems, but here is one:

Paul Scribbles

exhale all hope

push it out

birth the death

of you

fall back


in one last act

of trust

into the embrace

of the abyss

sink now

into sweet release

inevitable darkness




an eternal shadow

not just blocking

but eliminating

the light

here in this



finally tested

and at this moment

no one

no one

will come

save your




to invite you



with demise

singing this song


let’s make

caterpillar soup

Notes: Poem inspired by an article in Scientific American

Here’s a snippet. For the full article follow the link above.

“But what does that radical transformation entail? How does a caterpillar rearrange itself into a butterfly? What happens inside a chrysalis or cocoon?

First, the caterpillar digests itself, releasing enzymes to dissolve all of its tissues. If you were to cut open a cocoon or chrysalis at…

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