For Poetry Thursday
We were invited to write a poem using the language of science. It was suggested fro instance that we start with the formula "let x equal".
My response is a little different. My first encounter with scientific method was in the later years of primary school, when we did small experiments with titles like "How do we know that air exists?". This is when I was introduced to the methodical setting out of experiments in sections. As far as I recall, they were titled "to show", "method", "results" and "conclusion". For some reason this is what first made me fall in love with science.
So, here is my rough draft of a poem based on those four sections:
that the (he)art
in spring and the moon
or any other time makes the world go
square or any other
If there is any since love
is not methodical but
if love be madness
there may yet be method in it
If love is not blind then
at least it produces
hallucinations of perfection
possibly followed by small irritations
assuming unreasonable proportions
and an inevitable cooling which is not measurable
with a thermometer
which is what we have learnt
or alternatively which is an end
at least until the next time
when it all starts again.