About Love… in scientifically accurate poem form.

IMG_6937The heaviest weight
my neck should bear
is a 22-bone skull,
100 billion neurons,
100,000 miles of blood vessels, myelin,
and long, dark hair.

 

Yet what weighs heaviest exists invisibly.
Consciousness, sentience, wakefulness, subjectivity.
Thought, ideas,
the arrangement of ideas as an outcome of thought,
the either spontaneous or willed act of thinking
which produces thought.

Memories.

IMG_6929

From nothing but the brain come joys, delights, laughter, sorrow, despondency, and lamentations:
the art is long, life short.

 
The face is the paragon of practice,
inextricably its own
expressive gestures,
made of response and stimulation,
sensory intake and integration.

The life is so short, the craft so long to learn.
During learning and collective memory,
all caricature and conjecture,
expectation,
projection,
preparation,
metaphor and meditation,
use
cerebrum, thalamus, hypothalamus,
tectum and tegmentum,
cerebellum, pons, and medulla.

Oh, oxytocin, neuromodulator,
chemical messenger of trust,
reinforced by fantasy,
in favor of a fairy tale:
you render love blind
while the dopamine machine
we call the brain stores
memories
as a synthesis
of facts,
interpretations
of facts, emotions,
the arrangement of interpretations as an outcome of experience,
and the either spontaneous or willed
act of feeling,
provoked by emotion.

Parallel imaginary visions and events,

and love as a behavioral pattern
in elemental layers
also become part of the memory.

Beware what you believe.

IMG_6935The neck represents
expression
and balance,
connecting the head to the body,
the spiritual to material.

The neck,
within which lies the larynx,
very vision of voice,
is not meant to bear
heavy memory and its brain,
chemically dependent on itself
and it’s experiences,
both real and imagined.

Yet my neck,
that scruff and scrag,
holds consciousness, sentience, and wakefulness
aloft,
facilitating blood flow to the brain,
thoughts to song and sentence,
and memories to mosaic, mirroring.

The life is short, the craft so long to learn.

IMG_6938
Original Poem written by yours truly, ~2015
All photos in this post by Joel Sigerson
in a public park in North Hollywood, CA.  March, 2018

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: