LPiA-25 Nov. 15

[Tiger the Lion]

Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 15
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.

Topic : Write a poem inspired by the Scientific Method. 
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

Questions?

[MidaPoems]

My hypothesis


If I mix these two,
I should get you.

To titrate -
My liquid nitrate,
That screams your name
In vain.

The hot plate scorching,
The xenon flickers blue,
A glow I chase,
Never to follow.

Beakers tremble,
Glassware cracks.
Nerves - fragile -
As I swirl the solution,
I see no dilution.

The reaction turns,
Mixtures curdle,
Colors fade.
It heats so much,
Yet cold to the touch.
The glass slips -
I feel it before it
Ends on the ground.

My hypothesis - a failure -
Wildly benevolent,
Like how it shattered
My own logic.
Never were you meant
To be man-made.

Your shape takes form,
Contamination blooms
From the breath held -
A single exhale
Undoing a life's work.

Reactions stall,
Mixtures cloud.
A hypothesis collapses -
You were never meant
To be produced.

As compound and profound as you
Cannot be born
From disfigured hands -
Shaking too much,
The splinters, still visible.
Hands that can't tell
Where the glass begins
Or ends.
That's where they
Start to bleed.


Formed by imperfect hands
That tremble
At a single
Glance of glass.

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I tried to make it longer than usual, and it worked alright.

[CRNDLSM]

Out of my league,  id challenged a master
Im in over my head, a sestina?
This isn't going to work half-assed here
Going to disappear like John cena
Figure maybe if I just post faster
To make up for my lack of depth

To break through the incessant writers block 
Out of the ashes rebuilt and reborn
Figure skating on a burnt broken clock
Im wondering if I would be forlorn
Going day to day hawking all this schlock
This bogus utter lack of depth

This challenge was a test to push myself
To try something new mixed with something old
Going to grid and organize the shelf
Out of the chaos layering neat folds
Im the constant tested on someone else
Figure out how to reach the depth

Figures pouring out one line at a time
This method of extricating  new words
Im digging digging deeper in my mind
To at least find something ive never heard
Out of all the forms this one's worst for rhymes 
Going ultimately for depth

Going to make up arbitrary rules
Figures that only i would care about
Out to humuliate myself the fool 
This failure in the struggle for what, clout?
To impress with unsolvable puzzles?
Im for one thing out of my depth

Im   forfeiting this duel it was cool though
Going    to write a limerick anyway
To   those of you reading give it a go
Figure   out a new way to have your say
This    experiment was fun, just so you know
Out    do yourself, length width and depth

Im saying, poetry is depth 
and even though we may not have it now
Somehow, We're going to figure this out

[rowens]

Custom Dagger

If there is one eye,
despite nose,
it will see
with as many eyes
as that eye
can define
and smell with.



....

I surrendered the eight-line requirement.

[dukealien]

Sonnet Found on a Lab Bench


Have you not told me, James, how science works?
That error mustn’t be confused with fail,
mistake upon mistake builds to the Grail
of heart’s desire, in bafflement truth lurks?

Do you believe, as you have said to me,
incomprehensible results are best–
that try on unsuccessful try is blessed
with hard-earned knowledge, mystic alchemy?

You’ve sought me, James, in mountains, by the lake,
with flowers, chocolates, and with champagne;
you prize me as a token of success.
But should you come to love for my own sake
as I, perhaps, love you, and ask again,
your next proposal’s answer may be “Yes.”

[brynmawr1]

not enough is made
in this day and age,
of the wisdom, the sage,
hard to evade advice of never
asking why, when or what,

only how, never promising the truth,
only its pursuit.