A Bit of Chemistry

The NaPoWriMo blog offered a poetic form as the starting point today – the terzanelle. I found this form rather interesting and a bit challenging to work with given the prompt from Writer’s Digest today – a poem about science. Sure, this could have gone many ways, but as soon as I started thinking about science, I immediately thought about the phrase “opposites attract”. That became the jumping off point for today’s poem. Hope you enjoy!

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It’s a scientific fact

That opposites attract

It’s a scientific fact

When they come in contact

Psychologically, it’s rare

That opposites attract

Oft like with like does pair

For friendship or romance

Psychologically it’s rare

But still we’ll take a chance

For different or the same

For friendship or romance

It’s such an unfair game

In matters of the heart

For different or the same

Tis best to play it smart

In matters of the heart

It’s a scientific fact

It’s a scientific fact

God’s Invitation

Today’s prompt at OctPoWriMo centered on the idea of being gentle. I had so many ideas for this one that choosing just one was a challenge. (A wonderful problem to have!) One of my first thoughts took to to Dylan Thomas’ famous villanelle “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” (click the title to read the poem). I knew that I had to sit with that idea and allow it to take root. What emerged is a terzanelle which offers a window into what I believe. This poem is for all those who, for reasons of illness or age, are in the final days of life. Peace be with you.

photo by David L. Moser used with permission

photo by David L. Moser
used with permission

 

Come gently, son, to perfect peace.

The fight, for you, has been too long.

Come gently, son, to perfect peace.

 

The race is run and you were strong.

You gave me all you had to give.

The fight, for you, has been too long.

 

There’s nothing left here to forgive.

Sin and pain are washed away.

You gave me all you had to give.

 

No need to worry or dismay.

I will light the pathway home.

Sin and pain are washed away.

 

There is no need for you to roam.

Your place is set in heav’n above.

You can see the pathway home.

 

There’s nothing left for you but love.

Come gently, son, to perfect peace.

Your place is set in heav’n above.

Come gently, son, to perfect peace.