39

39

for the last time you write it down

so one day, the first time, it can be read

whats done before whats done again

with repetition

whats time to you whats time to them

with deep regard

whats time to me

what's this to you?

everything is different

objectively

in the very same way

subjectively 

how much can you really say

to the world right next to you

when everything ends in the same way

i still love flowers

    and love the smell

of human attraction....

my friends, lovers and enemies 

come with me

Author's Note

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

39 - Great choice of music, written by Brian May a physicist, like my Dad. The song about space travel I think, but the themes of lost love and loneliness echo through the lyrics. Your lines in your poem speak to me about a writer's journey on this planet. We write it down so it can be read, hopefully someday. How much can we say? Actually, we can say alot, if we choose too. Of course it all ends in the same way. We all die and are forgotten eventually.

Chris

[Davidgeo]

Physicists are mathematicians turned poets. What they do with science is... not always easy to make sense of (or capable of being made sense of in our present circumstance). (but none the less, describe things that otherwise would not be capable of being described)

I'd really have liked to meet your dad.

My dad was a pharmaceutical chemist, he was brilliant but he had no imagination....

[Davidgeo]

Have you ever heard of a fellow named Sean Carroll? He's good at communicating the fundamentals of physics to people who don't have a master's degree in mathematics. (math is ALWAYS the secret... every single time)