Magnets A small but shapely magnet near a large steel bulkhead finds him irresistible and will, if brought close enough, cling with a clang. And yet, later that day, a pinch of metal filings simply cannot resist her animal magnetism; she, now being, relatively the larger, she the sun, the filings the earth, rotating, held in thrall, just waiting to fall into gravity and her very warm embrace. They say size does not matter, and yet here it is, the very soul of the matter. Who attracts whom? If a magnet and a piece of iron were the exact same size and shape and both painted a lovely hue of lust, then slowly nudged into each other’s orbit by conspiring matchmakers, I believe we could not tell them apart as they rapidly closed the distance between them and, with that same clang heard earlier, became one. Unstoppable, undeniable, quite mysterious, eternal, very similar to love.
[Mutual attraction in science class may even be better. My science teacher’s name in highschool was Aphrodite - she was older but beautiful and i don’t recall the boys skipping that class.]
Haha. I had Ms. Webb, the first time I ever met a Ms. She could have been called Aphrodite as well. During that year she married and became Mrs. Young. We met Mr. Young and all of us boys thought, "there goes a lucky man."
Certainly the type of bond one hopes for in love…reminds me of hours of fun in science classes
Nothing beats mutual attraction. Me too on science class.
Well, I guess all I can say is that I'm quite drawn to this poem, Weston.
Hehe.
I love all the layers here. Science, astronomy, a bit of physics, and love. Really love.
Yeah, all that science stuff is good but love is the important one, I think.
This is great!
Thanks Stan
I've a somewhat parallel living in me, still unshaped, yet to be written...maybe one day
...thank you. I loved it.
Thank you Chen
Yep. You’re good.
Thanks David.
Wes, love this.
[Mutual attraction in science class may even be better. My science teacher’s name in highschool was Aphrodite - she was older but beautiful and i don’t recall the boys skipping that class.]
Haha. I had Ms. Webb, the first time I ever met a Ms. She could have been called Aphrodite as well. During that year she married and became Mrs. Young. We met Mr. Young and all of us boys thought, "there goes a lucky man."
Yes! High school was (and from what I can tell still is) a cosmos filled with magnets. Imagining the admiration!