Poems From the Porch 39
Is It Safe to Go Back in the Water?
Well, just when we thought the worst of the virus was over here and it appeared that it was almost "safe to go back in the water," there is a second wave of outbreaks in Victoria (mainly due to people ignoring directives like social distancing.) People congregating at hotels, restaurants and parties, and even going to work after they showed signs of illness or had even tested positive to the virus and been told to self-isolate at home.
This disregard for the welfare of others and the community as a whole has led to the virus again spreading to New South Wales and new outbreaks there. It's like going back into the sea after a swimmer was attacked and killed by a shark the previous day in the same area.
Although my state of Queensland has been quick to close its borders, three irresponsible girls (two 19 year-olds and a 21 year-old) lied to airport officials that they had been to Melbourne, gave false names and IDs, and returned home to a South Brisbane suburb. Despite showing signs of illness one of these women went back to work, attended church and went shopping over an eight day period before being tested and found positive to the virus. Extensive tracking and testing is being done in an attempt to contain the virus before it spreads further in this state.
Due to second waves of outbreaks in many countries it appears that we cannot become complacent and have to endure and support tough measures for the long haul. That's if we ever want to defeat this and return to some form of normality.
Anyway, enough of my griping, let's get on to reading some poetry from the porch.
Kyler J Falk
"I have a request that may pose a real challenge for you here:
Life is so diverse and full of different perspectives that clash, collide, and combine into this beautiful picture we call life; as such, I've likened its many layers to an onion and its infinite possibilities to the tesseract.
I would absolutely love for you to devise an epic tale of the relationship between the many-layered onion, and the many-faced tesseract!"
Kyler, you weren't wrong when you said this may pose a challenge. I mulled over this for ages and how I could incorporate this into a poem. It would be epic, as you say and probably need a whole article on its own. Instead of procrastinating any longer I sat down and wrote a poem. I doubt it is what you had in mind but it is about the relationship between an onion and a tesseract, and the best I could do.
In geometry, a tesseract means the fifth dimension. In the world of A Wrinkle in Time, a tesseract is that as well, but also an exciting and dangerous way to travel through space and time— Mrs Whatsit - A Wrinkle in Time
The Onion and the Tesseract
“Greetings Dear Miss Tesseract.
Tell me, how goes your day?
I hope you’ve spent it fruitfully,
Not wasting it away.”
”Hello Mr Onion,
Thank you for you concern.
Each day has complications
But life is lived to learn.”
”I must say you confuse me,
You have so many sides.
I often am left wondering
What purpose you provide.”
”I think that’s rather rude of you.
To be useful, we all try.
It seems whenever you’re around
I’m always made to cry.”
“My intention isn’t to insult,
But to try to understand,
Are you a cube within a cube
Or something far more grand?”
“You really shouldn’t judge me
For you aren’t without your sin.
You have many hidden layers
Beneath your thin brown skin.”
“I did try to apologise,
But you’re just a hyper cube.
You’ve turned your prejudice on me,
I’m offended and that’s rude.”
“Well, I find you quite a bully,
You should practice what you preach.
You say you don’t mean to offend,
But it’s tears you seem to seek.”
“I guess we are too different
To find a common ground.
Conversing was a waste of time.
I may see you around.”
”Goodbye to you, good riddance,
Go back to your true fans.
You should stay in the kitchen
Among the pots and pans.”
”You’re really a conundrum,
And, in fact, a total sham.
I hear your one and only friend’s
“You started all the insults,
So please don’t even speak.
Don’t talk to me about my friends,
You’re related to a leek!”
The Onion and the Tesseract
Were never meant to meet,
They had nothing in common
On which they could agree.
People can be like that too,
They scorn what they don’t know.
Ignorance just breeds contempt,
So let your knowledge grow.
Learn all you can of others
And don’t be quick to judge,
Unless you’ve walked wearing their shoes
Through miles of mud and sludge.
”I do have another suggestion if you need one - "The smell of the earth after the rain".”
Lorna, thank you for your prompt and also for informing me the word to describe this is actually “petrichor.”
But the true lover of rain... has a deep inner enjoyment of the rain, as rain, and his sense of its beauty drinks it in as thirstily as does the drinking earth. It refreshes and cools his heart and brain; he longs to go forth into the fields, to feel its steady stream, to scent its fragrance; to stand under some heavy-foliaged chestnut-tree, and hear the rushing music on the crowded leaves.— John Richard Vernon, "The Beauty of Rain," 1863
The Smell of Earth After Rain (Petrichor)
There are many scents that I recall
from years ago, when I was small,
engraved forever in my brain,
like the smell of wet earth after rain.
I can’t describe the distinct smell,
but I’m sure you know it very well.
from Petra, Greek for ’stone or rock’
and ichor, ‘fluid from the gods.’
Petrichor, oh petrichor!
The earthy scent that I adore,
when parched dry soil is touched by rain
I inhale deep the geosmin.
”Next up, from The Beatles, "Can't Buy Me Love."”
That is a great song Bill. I hope my poem does it justice.
Don’t marry a rich man. Marry a good man. He will spend his life trying to make you happy. No rich man can buy that.— Staness Jonekos
Can't Buy Me Love
The Beatles sang, “Can’t Buy Me Love,”
and I believe that too.
Though many seem to think they can,
but I doubt such love is true.
Companionship, it can be bought
in all its many forms,
but tender, caring, heartfelt love
doesn’t favour rich or poor.
Money acquires many things,
houses, companies, land, and cars.
It can even start or end a war,
and fund future tours of a Mars.
Some people lack a conscience,
it’s the dollar signs they crave,
but a billion dollars can’t buy love.
it just makes you a slave.
There’s no need to show off all your wealth,
that’s not what love’s about.
Just be thoughtful, kind, and good
and real love will seek you out.
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