“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

electric blue

an ECG in front of me
all spikes and squiggles
patterns emerging in static
I close my eyes and see...
dark brown muscle
and waves of electric blue-
-current flowing through,
across and down the chambers
I wonder how this power surge
keeps the incessant pump ticking over
like clockwork, never missing a beat
(well, only occasionaly)
and I know
I just know
that I LOVE Cardiology

an ode to the mitral valve

She works away incessantly
ever compliant
without a murmur of dissent
this most unique and intricate figurine
at the centre of my heart

She dons a delicate filigree
While her oval face -
gently curved and delicately dimpled -
smiles as she endures
the onslaught of the brutal ventricle
whilst her maternal instinct
guards the little atrium

I think of all the millenia
spent in evolution
as Nature (God to some)
sculpted her to perfection
And I wonder how many
were enchanted
before her beauty
swept me away

Friday, February 09, 2007

car

crisp winter morning
my boots scrunch snow
like fresh apples underfoot

walking to work
the holly bush reminds me
of last year's Christmas cards

afternoon sun
a water droplet sparkles
clinging to my pipette tip

the tossed coin stops...
...in mid air
pensive?
it has a long way to go
and it is all downhill