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Rainy Monday, smiley Monday

Rain keeps me anchored,
Lazy in lockdown and fearful in life
But my imagination travels wild.
My face sighs and demands fresh humid air.
I leave the comfort
And a friend lits a spark
In my mental algorithms and my future.
She knows how
To feed my mind and the Ambition
That on Mondays
Wakes up hungry and angry.
Little monster of mine,
I love you.

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Fresh air, fresh start

A step outside the lab
Is often just enough
And the beginning of a journey.
No idea comes crushing numbers
Or relating tasks.
Fresh air oxygenates the brain
And lets your mind evade naive.
A childish mind thrives in moments of creative hunger.

Visualising experiments

Out of the lab
Each small mystery of nature triggers
My mind to investigate
And tell a story
Of tiny molecules and waves of light.
There kitchen reveals tools
And the Telefon is a new microscope
And food my friendly reagents.

The sofa experiment

Forces to the pillow,

limited by the coffee table,

I can only plan and evaluate risks.

Mistakes can appear and solutions jump right up

in my mind.

Excited like a young puppy,

i have to stop my hands.

They will run free soon

if not in my wild lab dreams.

Behind the mask

Solvents and bubbling acids
Were sitting in front of my mask.
Careful and diligent with my hands,
I was protecting my experiment.
The mask hugs humid and sticky my face
Even today
When I am not in there lab.
Scared faces and worried hands move in my view,
What a new feeling.
The lab went out, it’s in the street,
It is in our home.

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