Seaweed Science
I’m at a biology lab.
Bright green seaweed floats in jars
for study by braincells in white coats.
Miasma is a genus,
of which there are species.
Two of them immediately interest me.
One, half the size of a Swiffer,
gushes like a firehose,
enthusiastic and hopeful as a puppy.
The other, with longer fronds,
pumps laughter through our bodies.
It floats in the middle of our right kidney.
When healthily alive, seaweed knows
the great seaworld that we don’t see
and goes where ocean needs processing.
The study of seaweed requires trust,
the same trust that makes
creation float.
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When art is both pleasant and instructive, it’s a huge win. I think you accomplished that here, Mike. The last stanza is great. Also like the flow of:
When healthily alive, seaweed knows
the great seaworld that we don’t see
and goes where ocean needs processing.
This could be a Mike dream poem. Or a subtle political poem? Either way, the last stanza is well done.
It’s a dream poem
yikes! I love how the poem leads me to imagine seaweed saving our world
Yes! I’m with Gaby – Seaweed will save us!
I’ll just echo the above and add it really love this poem. You write heart and mind completely engaged.
Great poem!!
Joining the Seaweed Society fur the win! Good poem.
Your poem not only teaches but offers a sense of healing, if we only trust.
love the whole but especially:
One, half the size of a Swiffer,
gushes like a firehose,
enthusiastic and hopeful as a puppy.
So many great lines here. I wanted to shout out “Miasma is a genus,/of which there are species.”
Ah, oh wow! I had to go back and read a couple of times. Wonderful imagery to illustrate your message. Thank you!
Thank you all for your kind comments! This was a dream poem.