Luke Davies Poems
|43.||Selection From 40 Love Poems||5/3/2012|
|44.||Spastic At The Beach||5/3/2012|
|45.||SPASTIC AT THE BEACH||5/3/2018|
|54.||WAVE FUNCTION, BONDI||5/3/2018|
|55.||Wave Function, Bondi||5/3/2012|
Comments about Luke Davies
Poetry And Flowers
Lark and rose go mad, even with winter
coming on, the garden beneath the verandah blooms,
the park is dense with sun and soccer balls.
By lark I mean generic bird, God knows
the names for all these things with wings. Ditto
the rose: the garden drooling colour and bloom.
Lavender I recognise, and jasmine climbing
the concrete wall, and a real rose in the corner,
red as blood. I meant to say: birds and flowers
go ballistic, even with winter coming on.
Carrying on their own life. The earth drowns
in the blooming. Even when there is no wind there is
WAVE FUNCTION, BONDI
In the odd world of the quantum, things appear to exist in a multitude of states — describable only as the set of probabilities known as a wave function — until tipped into a definite outcome by an act of "measurement."
... the absolute flight and rest
The universal blue
And local green suggest.
- Robert Frost