I thought about that beautiful equation.
I thought about all the minds behind that equation.
about all the love inside that equation. all the hope.
I had a poem come to me in the shower. it was wet.
I recited it to myself. don’t stop, don’t stop.
many a poem lost in the palm of my hand.
is this what gravity feels like? recite.
is this what magnets do? recite.
is this what connection is? recite.
ahh there, paper and a pen.
- collaborative poem written together with my friend Neil Reid
- Image from Quantum Fields: The Real Building Blocks of the Universe with David Tong
Bridgette Tales 
I already commented on Neil’s post. I’ve lost many a poem without a place to write or the thought leaving my head.
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Same! It’s so hard when the words come to you and you have nothing to write them down with.
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❤️
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Love it!! 💕
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I’m so glad! Thank you.
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It’s my pleasure!! I was thinking of all the times my words got drenched, or dropped, or lost…I find my resources and then the words disappear? 😃
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Yes, exactly. It’s so hard when the words slip through our fingers.
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Gorgeous poetry! ❤️
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Thank you!
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Beautifully written, Bridgette! I ended up getting a Write in the Rain notepad/pen to use when kayaking….I may have to rehome it for the shower as well!
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I didn’t know there was such a thing!
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They are awesome, do you want me to find the link?
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I can look it up now that I know it’s a thing! Would be great for writing at the lake too. Thank you.
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Oh, I do so understand this! No matter where I am I must have pencil & paper nearby. With so much of our lives in chaos, ideas & creative thoughts so easily slip into the ether & are gone forever! 🤔🙋♂️
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Truly! Thank you ❤️
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now clear your throat
and croon the kinks
add it up~!
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Gorgeous words! 🩷
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Thank you so much ❤️
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You’re so welcome! 🙂
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Love this!
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Thank you!
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Welcome
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What a mathematical words use in poetry.
“about all the love inside that equation. all the hope.
I had a poem come to me in the shower. it was wet.”
So nice lines Bridgette!
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Glad you liked them! Thank you.
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Most welcome to you!
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Love your take on the physics of poetry!!!
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Thank you! It was fun to write.
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Your style is alluring, your lines are beautiful ❤️
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You are so kind. Thank you.
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I lose my poems at bedtime…they drift across my fuzzier lobes and I think, “that’s good, I need to remember that” but I don’t grab the pen and paper beside the bed. In the morning all I remember is, “I had a great idea last night…”
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That’s happened to me too. Maybe when we lose a poem it’s not quite ready and will come back to us later. Boomerang poems ❤️
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Oh, the solid surety of the paper and the pen! Love this. 🙂
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Yes! Thank you so much.
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Loved this Bridgette and for lack of not being to write it down, I probably have lost half my poems….very relatable:)
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For real! I like to think they might come back around at some point and maybe be even better. Thank you for your support!
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I love this thought and I think it happens too:) My pleasure to read you:)
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