It moves in a sine wave
It’s sinewy and sinuous
There is a place of eternal equinox
The line bisects the sphere
Just as the setting and rising of the sun
Bisects hot day and tolerable night
It’s like in the movies,
Maybe a time lapse, or desert heat
You can watch it rise or sink
Only twelve hours to make that long arc
Quickly burning day, deep expansive dark
And there was the horizon and there was the sun
You knew when it started, you knew when it was done
North, because why not
The sun finds gentler journey
And the axis through that sine wave
Moves with the season, it is the reason
It’s just a latitude adjustment
The ebb and flow of dark and night
I wondered about the Arctic Circle
There are days when the descent
Must move so slowly
You just couldn’t stare at the sun that long
But keep an eye out, drink coffee, stay strong
And there was the horizon and there was the sun
For one moment, the sunrise and sunset are one
I go now to stand on shrinking ice
Along with my polar bear family
I will step on that pivot point
And there will I finally own time
Around the world by foot
Around the clock tonight
The sine wave becomes a straight line
A line that oscillates a revolution
But in the moment, no eye could detect
The sunrise and sunset would last for days
Far too long even for a lover’s gaze
And there was the horizon and there was the sun
It looks like it’s moving, but you’re being spun
Cloak Unfurled 
And for some reason I feel like this song is a good one to listen to after reading this poem. Can’t say why. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FaeYVsB6XTY
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Love Indie music. Great tune. I don’t want to come across as distracting from your (as always) superb poetry, but thought that adding the lyrics to the song you posted enhances your poem.
“Morning bled at the water’s edge
The city was bringing me down
And my mind was on a ledge
Saying who’s gonna help you now?
Without sun we pull what feeds us
From the heat that’s in-between us
How can we expect to build a boat
Seagulls running everything
Hard, you make it hard, hard
It’s all the opposite I think
The ladder runs side to side
Enough to make you want a drink
But there’s no place to hide
Watching shadows within
Shadows within shadows
They hide their dark self from the sun
And her voice is just a memory
You’re not fooling anyone
Hard, you make it hard, hard
Hard, you make it hard, hard
Morning bled at the water’s edge
The city was bringing me down
And my mind was on a ledge”
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Not at all. Thank you Victoria. Like I said in my comment, as I finished the poem, I felt a bit unsatisfied with it because in my mind when I think of the patterns of the sun there was more rhythm and music felt needed, and then this song just came into my head. I love the lyrics and the mellow beat and just felt like it fit. 🙂
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And you told me you weren’t feeling very creative. *rolls eyes*
Excellent, my friend.
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Thank you Victoria. And honestly I haven’t felt…this just sort of popped out today out of no where. lol
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you caught me again with your poetry, great find for me. You might be creating a fan of the art.
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Thank you very much. It’s very kind of you to say. I am very glad that you enjoy my poetry. It’s always a compliment if someone connects to your poetry, and if I’ve made you a fan of the craft on top of that, I don’t think I could ask for more. Thank you.
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Nice work, Swarn, and many congratulations on it. You’ve sort of created a new niche of Science Poetry, it seems. 🙂
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I agree. Swarn’s sciency poems are wondrously unique. Richard Feynman would be proud.
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Absolutely! Language scholars worldwide eagerly wonder why poetry and science haven’t already been united 😀
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Yes, that’s what it is.
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Thank you Hariod. I am one who would like to believe that science can inspire art. It seems in this modern world science is often scene as the killer of art and inspiration. Which is of course, at least in my opinion, a gross error. 🙂
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“Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars – mere globs of gas atoms. I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination – stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one – million – year – old light. A vast pattern – of which I am a part … What is the pattern, or the meaning, or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it. Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?”
― Richard Feynman
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That’s a poet! (And an amazing theoretical physicist!) 🙂
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Mmmmm, indeed Swarn! I think you’ve introduced me to the newest genre of poetry! 😮
Love it… and the video you recommended after! Many thanks Sir! ❤
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Thank you professor for your kind words!
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