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Records of our Future Past
Across the dusty plains of southwest lands, An empty dish lies buried in the sands; With taps turned off to nature’s moist supply, As climates change the basin starts to dry.
Oct 26, 2018
Writer at Science Blog
Sam Illingworth
Sam is a Professor in Creative Pedagogies. His research is concerned with trying to engage and empower people with science, especially those from under-served communities. He writes science poems to try and communicate some of the beautiful and important scientific research that is being done on a daily basis, all across the world.
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A Dusty Eviction
Within the grimy creases of our home, Lurk microbes poised and floating in the dust; A sullied sign that we are not alone.
Oct 19, 2018
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A (Mentally) Healthy Diet
Our mental health is complex and obscure, There is no simple truth for how we feel; Depression does not have a catch-all cure, But can we swallow comfort from a meal?
Oct 12, 2018
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A Deficit in Spring
With rising heat, the Earth begins to bloom, The emerald hues a fervent sign of spring; And every breath of air that’s taken in, A sweet riposte to poisons we exhume.
Oct 5, 2018
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A Blemish in Our Atmosphere
Between the curves where space and sky entwine, The air is stripped by violent, solar flow; A savagery inherently benign, When matched with what arises from below.
Sep 28, 2018
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Sky-ku
Floating out of mind A patchwork quilt of azures – Holding us in place. A mosaic of our sky, made up of photos from across the world (Photo Credit: The…
Sep 21, 2018
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The Spoils of Peace
As echoes of past conflicts start to fade, The dissipating fog lays bare what’s planned; Whilst treaties dance upon a blunted blade, With bloodied fist replaced by sleight of hand.
Sep 14, 2018
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Fractured Water
Within the hidden pores of ancient rock, Clandestine remnants of our past lie trapped And whisper of the future they unlock.
Aug 17, 2018
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Curiosity Did Not Kill Schrödinger’s Cat
Why am I a scientist? Partly due to personal perseverance And perspiration. But I wouldn’t even have had the chance To work Up A Sweat If I had not been encouraged from an early age That the world was my experimental stage.
Aug 10, 2018
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The Mouths in the Cave
In reefs and caves you make a vibrant nest, Your shells erect majestic, living rocks; As sunlight burns you scheme whilst taking rest, But when the night sets in, your case unlocks.
Aug 2, 2018
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An Unwanted Tomb
With lines on maps too hard to see, Some call for less transparency; The nightmares of an orange clown, As walls go up the life goes down.
Jul 27, 2018
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A Breath in Time
Within the salt-encrusted lakes of time, Are secret bubbles formed by primal cast; We excavate these drops from faded brine, To understand the structure of your past.
Jul 20, 2018
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Diabetic Breath
Within each breathe of air we need to live, Are carried tiny particles of dust; These specks pass through our bodies’ finest sieve, And cause our lungs and hearts to tar and rust.
Jul 6, 2018
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Listening for Messages in the Bubbles
Hidden deep beneath the briny, see-through floor You seep effervescently from your veiled crack, Belching out a defiant, aquatic roar.
Jun 29, 2018