So happy to see an article on how poetry helps scientists in Nature!
My hand is pink and soft,
It points forward and is ready to grab yours.
Do you see it in this autumn fog?
The orange trees cheer us up when
Ups and downs entertain us
And give us reasons for long coffees.
The noise of these data is killing me
One dot at the time,
Shooting on the blank space.
Lack of order and lack of grip
On this rushing days
Condense in chocolate abuse.
I bounce in my day
from a not-so-shy alarm clock
To a vibrating train,
Reaching whistling bus.
Arrived, I am now protected
By peers and furniture.
Only the instruments do not collaborate
And offer me agitation, shaking, bubbling, and stirring
On a silver platter.
My feet are softened by the office
But find a strong support
In this thin grass.
It gives them air and sincerity,
The honesty of plants
And the hope of seasons.
No bacteria will make me rush,
No ppt will control my steps
And slowly as a flat balloon
I will slide on the floor
And reach my desk.
Walking in the rain I miss my coat,
the white and unbreakable cocoon from the outside
keeps me warm and confident on the inside.
Long sleeves to let the stress and bad outcomes
Your pipettes are still smoking
And your notes on scrap paper
When the holidays arrive.
A feeling of incomplete and guilt descends
While you leave the long concrete corridor.
your mind rushes
to plan and refine elegant experiments
Not to waste time
While your bikini awaits you.
In the hard times
Of pressing numeric desires and ignorant opinions,
I find myself dreaming grass.
Extended and surrounding grass
Breaths with me
And cuddle my thin roots
While i gather the energy
for the next tiny personal jump.
Like a panoramic balcony
Or a fast black bike,
My zone fits me.
Pins my feet down and my fingers up,
While my thoughts travel and evolve
Planning my version of my future.
It has a fresh breeze
Even when indoor
And always has a START sign.
With hate and empty handed,
I let this nature assault me and invade
My little mental freedom.
The weekend has come,
I am all out and breathing
Away my research voids
And personal strategies.
I pushed myself
And the sofa is far away.
The green around gives a new pace
To my breathing and expectations
For this life
That’s never enough.
Lose control, embrace your music,
Restart fresh each time.
Gracious with your thin arms,
You search your reserved seat
in this world
That makes preferences and fights
Your request is legit
But the effort is unusual to your muscles
And only time can guarantee you
I am Made stupid by the competition
And the painful comparison
With people by the different talents.
Freedom is in the solo thinking
And in the attention and consideration