Wednesday, 10 February 2016

Poetry Thursday 199 - Mattresses, Gorillas and Schrodinger's Cat

This is most certainly the strangest collection and even makes me wonder where my head has been this week!

Image result for palliasse mattress

It isn’t small by any measure,
but an essential part of life,
it doubles as a source of pleasure
and occasionally a site of strife.

They come in a variety of sizes,
and are covered in all types of stuff,
can have soft, medium or firm guises
and may feel both smooth or rough.

Some are made with orthopaedic qualities,
others may be filled with liquid,
designed for loving and resting activities,
but remains stubbornly passive and limpid.

Once bought and installed we cover,
in materials of every hue,
then spend time ignoring forever,
until someone decides you need new.

Never designed to last forever,
a home for harbouring mites and dust,
in a while loses supportive fervour,
so eventually to be replaced it must.

An expensive item in many varieties,
awkward to lift move and turn,
then there are the disposal vagaries,
enough to make the temper burn.

An old one may be yellowed and wrinkled,
left out in all weathers in its distress,
waiting to be inevitably collected,
then to the place for the old mattress.
© David L Atkinson February 2016

There is nothing metaphysical or surreal about the above, I just replaced an old mattress and as anyone who has ever moved a double mattress will know it is a nightmare. It is as if they have a life of their own, imbued with some kind of evil spirit capable of the most inappropriate relationship with gravity.

Then there is the weekly animal poem below. 

Image result for silverback gorilla


Massive in both ego and size,
being aggressive is no surprise.
It falls short of following through
an attack – just as well for you.

A gentle, giant, family beast,
caring for each member large to least.
An animal with power to be a thriller,
the dominant silverback mountain gorilla.
© David L Atkinson February 2016

Schrödinger's Cat arose as the result of something a friend posted on facebook. It just seemed to be an appropriate metaphor for life.

Image result for schrodinger's cat

Schrodinger’s Cat

Existing in the world like Schrödinger Cat,
we have a box in which we persist.
Inside we pack our nuclear gat
and that which may cause life to desist.

And like those who can’t see Schrödinger Cat,
when out of sight are we dead or living?
Did the nuclear trigger a coup d’etat,
or does life remain strongly persisting.

As it is with Schrödinger Cat
when out of sight are we out of mind?
Lacking strategies with which to combat,
living or dead, no proof of any kind.
© David L Atkinson February 2016

God Bless