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You have just landed on a website fruit of an experiment starting in science and finishing with poetry.

In 2016, I was running between the lab an the office, writing articles and coaching students. What a stressful life is the one of a scientist in academia! I am not alone saying this and the choir is crowded (ref. X, Y, Z). Thankfully there are many ways you can handle stress, once you recognise it.

One way to fight stress is poetry. Writing and reading poetry has ben proven to be more mindful and certainly makes you feel better. Studies has shown these positive effects (ref. A, B, C). I started posting short writing images of nature daily to this blog, that has become like a diary. Most of the writings will soon be included in a book while photos are all still available for you to enjoy. This activity has stimulated my creativity as you can see here, here, here, and here.

If you want to start writing and mentally escape the lab too, but don’t know where to start, check this strategy. I hope you’ll want to keep in touch and please leave me a message to share experiences an collaborate!

Dreaming floating

Taken by a day-long search
For an explanation
To the behaviour of those pet molecules
It is easy to live like in a dream.
Floating over samples
And graphic statistics,
I breath only when the picture is in focus
And has defined borders.
I try not to Forget those little questions
And wanderings
That add corners and colour harmony
To data.

Control travel

I contract my muscles
Crunching over control
Of little Excel cells and tiny data points.
The scenario they picture
Is the natural reality
Or the translation of my expectations?
With a joyful papercup of Black tea in my hand
And a backpack of numbers and theories,
I travel through unseen possibilities and questions that hide treasure doors.

Lab lamp

In the dark of the lab
My results come to life,
Fluorescent lines under the lamp.
Loneliness and suspense
Are my companions
Until the story can be told.

Dilemma in the back of the mind

The laughter is missing
When the hands move quick in the lab
Guided by the uncertainty
Of your recurring dilemma.
Sitting in the back of the mind
That rare possibility is talking to you
As a fresh breeze luring you away
From the routine.
Is a bad behaving protein
hiding a treasure?
A thousand experiments
Are started but might still not convince you.

Microscope creation

In the ready of light
The importance of the fluorescent dots
Is in your eye and mind.
The microscopic world is alive and jumping
Into a new dimension you produced
With experience and passion.
Big plans and long thinking processes turn small into organisms and lines
Nobody has seen before.

Connecting dots

Here is your beauty
In your ironically serious questions
And your questioning the status quo
At each moment.
You adjust your believes
As you go along your way
And the difficulty is for the others to follow
And understand the trajectory
By connecting the dots.

Canvas of squibbles

A chaotic world of talking people
Around you
A blank squared canvas of running squibbles
Inside your heart.
A line, a number, a scheme
Appear and leave on the paper
Waiting for polishing and consideration.
What survives the forgetful passing of time
Becomes your action plan
And your next exploration in the lab.

A single experiment

Tired days go by
While the perspective changes
And shows desirable scenarios for the future.
The questions of yesterday
Have found their answer
But left new doors open.
A single experiment
Cannot solve everything
As it can hardly feed my greedy monster
For a day.

Surprise protein

The time spent planning and polishing details
is nothing against the odds of scientific research.
The controllable is mysterious
and your plan is just a forecast
of your protein’s behavior.
Predicted and overanalysed
still surprises you in the lab
when the unexpected happens and adrenalin is needed
to find the solution
to a confusing situation.

Alone in the lab

Stars outside sneak through the blinds
Curious of my flame.
Frenetic and yawning I focus
On the fire and on my hands.
Tiptoeing among the tubes
Double thinking all my movements
Rejecting sleep and doubts
I slowly proceed.