Rainy Road Found Poem (RRFP) is a series of mysterious texts that I find in the gutter during my night walks
Irrelevance called,
not for eventual degeneration
but for overdue return.
Analogies of analogies.
Pieces of washed away wisdom and attention:
“Nor is it infinity in your hands!”
I guess I’d grown and experienced enough such that, as I look back, there existed moments of my own past which I can regard as having met greatness. The renewed personal motto taken from my own poetry archive is one such example.
In Series …
THE APERIODICALS
Local (personal, potentially shallow, and subject to change) outlooks on science, technology, growth, and occasionally culture and history. The goal is to write something every week, but whether it can make its way to FWPhys is random. Hence the series title.
Do not walk circles in tomorrow’s maze.
Some don’t see it,
“A stright slope … “,
tired travelers would say
“straght to hell,
or maybe heaven.”
Caverous walls resound their proclaim
On it meanders, along the uncertain.
Half lit. Half dark.
You fret (as humans do).
Is there reason not to?
Do not let tomorrow’s teeth
gnaw today’s bread.
Do not let its distant glare
blind the path beneath your tread.
Breathe, my dear.
Know grief, but do not kneel to its ghost.
Hold joy, but do not clutch its fading ember.
Let life sway—unmet, unnamed.
Walk now.
Breathe.
Begin.
A new series to complement RRFP as my ongoing writing exercise and eventual collection.
I write them by hand in front of a mirror in my office when I take a break from physics, be it writing, reading, coding, or crying.
And — of course — both my physics and literature journeys have involved mirrors.
(more…)Rainy Road Found Poem (RRFP) is a series of mysterious texts that I find in the gutter during my night walks
Yourong Frank Wang 