During my Blurfing (my name for Blog Surfing!) I came upon an interesting page written by a cinematic lighting expert. In it he discussed LIGHT and I was reminded of an incident in my family life. I would like the gentleman to read this poem but I've 'lost' him! Can anyone help me find him again!
As you will see on my Clickpicks page, I managed to capture the exact moment when this 'poeticised' event occurred.
WAZZAT?
It slid quietly down the stairs
And settled itself on the carpet.
It was shaped like a lozenge,
Flat, throbbing with life,
And infinitely strange.
The boy looked at it fearfully.
"Wozzat?'
'Don't be afraid!' I chortled.
'It's only sunlight!'
But the boy knew better than I did.
He knew that he was face to face with magic.
He knew he was right to be afraid.
I saw in him a man of ancient times
Trying to make sense of it all.
Positioning rocks to capture the sun
On Midsummer's Day.
I saw in him a man of the future
To whom Physics, Electricity, Magnetism,
Will be humdrum.
I saw him capturing the sunlight,
Taming it,
Turning it into a commodity.
The echo of my voice
Sounded banal.
'It's only sunlight!'
The echo of his voice
Sounded aware,
Worshipful.
'Wozzat?'
As you will see on my Clickpicks page, I managed to capture the exact moment when this 'poeticised' event occurred.
WAZZAT?
It slid quietly down the stairs
And settled itself on the carpet.
It was shaped like a lozenge,
Flat, throbbing with life,
And infinitely strange.
The boy looked at it fearfully.
"Wozzat?'
'Don't be afraid!' I chortled.
'It's only sunlight!'
But the boy knew better than I did.
He knew that he was face to face with magic.
He knew he was right to be afraid.
I saw in him a man of ancient times
Trying to make sense of it all.
Positioning rocks to capture the sun
On Midsummer's Day.
I saw in him a man of the future
To whom Physics, Electricity, Magnetism,
Will be humdrum.
I saw him capturing the sunlight,
Taming it,
Turning it into a commodity.
The echo of my voice
Sounded banal.
'It's only sunlight!'
The echo of his voice
Sounded aware,
Worshipful.
'Wozzat?'
7 comments:
Hello,
I had sent you a email to gmail account. Thought of reminding you just incase you have not checked.
Love your poetry!
Wow! Science in poetry... amazing!
I saw a comment of yours here: http://www.brypix.com/
perhaps this is the cinematic lighting expert you are thinking of?
This poem made me chuckle but I laughed out loud at Striking Gold!
and if that isn't him, try this one: http://canbush.blogspot.com/
I saw your comment there, too
It was I! Great poem - and light's not science after all, it's just magic.
A cute poem.
You had Brendzatted it, so well..!!!
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