This is my latest book of poems.
But this is my latest poem.
I am Quantum
The reality we hold within our heads is created by the neuronal net we each possess. Our consciousness is the result of billions of electrical impulses.
It is not real.
Our senses fire and relay their messages to the brain. The brain interprets these and creates sight, touch, warmth, sound, smell and the elements it uses to create our reality.
It we were dissociated from our nerves and different messages were conveyed it would create a different reality.
The world we see is not real; it is created by our brain.
My world and yours are completely different. We cannot imagine the universe our pets inhabit.
At the same time my mind fantasises and dreams, creates poems, visions and ideas.
They are not real.
They are the product of my neuronal net.
In Quantum physics an electron can exist in two places simultaneously. The whole universe is a product of unreality.
I think I have a quantum mind.
I am Quantum
I lead a quantum life
Flitting about
Here and there
In the world
And in my head
At the same time.
Two worlds
Simultaneous
And who can tell
Which is more real?
My ideas exist
In two places
As they shunt
Their strange paths
Across my synapses
To my dreams.
My senses fire –
Send messages
Along neurones
To make picture,
Solid and concrete,
In my head.
All the world,
Inside and out,
Is the same –
An electric fog,
A quantum leap,
Into the creation
Of a universe
Or two.
Opher 6.12.2015
Superb
Thank you!
Beatific!
Terrific! Thanks
This is great. Wonderful writing. I didn’t know about the electrons being in 2 places. You know, they are finding that the heart’s electromagnetic field is way way stronger than that of the brain and that by blending the two, we have much more capabilities. <3
Peace
Mary
Thanks Mary. Things like that with the electrons throws you when you stop to think about it.
On order.
I hope you enjoy this one too.
Definitely.
Well heck, Opher. You took all the magic out of my idea that I actually have a purpose for being here! 😮 Now what do I do? 😉
Well Cheryl I suggest you join me in making a shared purpose to make the world a better place for all life, transform the world back into a wilderness wonderland, solve all the world’s problems – fundamentalism, war, poverty, overpopulation – then pull up a chair, grab a beer and appreciate the awesome display of wonder around us! That’s real magic!
Sounds great! Where do you want me to put my Harp? (I can’t stand Guinness)? 😀
Sorry to interrupt Cheryl, but the best Guinness is the one that is pulled from the pump or whatever they call it, when in Ireland, most fantastic taste.
Anna is right Cheryl. You can’t beat a Guinness that is straight from the pump in Ireland, and the Irish welcome, the green landscape, dolmens and circles. It’s magic. That would be a good place to sit and put the world to rights.
I hope to be able to do just that in summer 2017!
You’ll love it.
LOL Well, I had some Guinness from the tap in an Irish bar in Annapolis, Maryland (while watching all the handsome Navy dudes out the window). I thought it tasted like something strained through dirty socks. And the head on the thing scare the bleedin’ h*ll out of me!
I don’t know what Maryland Guinness tastes like. I know that the stuff on tap in England is not a patch on the stuff you get in Ireland. They obviously export the dregs to the English or put something in it. But when in Ireland it is mandatory to drink a pint of Guinness – I think it is part of your passport visa. If you haven’t done it by the time you leave they take you off into a little room and watch you while you down a pint.
Yes probably true about taking you into a little room. First night in Ireland I always have a Guinness, nothing in the World like it, pure magic and talking about magic the “circles” I still believe in them, no farmer destroys them – oh Ireland for magic and once you go there it never leaves your heart – it is where my ashes will finally be scattered, in Killarney by the Lakes finally peace. Cheryl you will fall in love with Ireland.
Take an umbrella though!
It only rains somewhere in Ireland for twenty minutes a day, someone in Ireland told me that can’t remember who, before you say it – might have been the fairies.
The trouble I found was that that twenty minutes moved around with me from place to place!
It didn’t rain all the time though. You can’t have green without some rain.
Yeah, I think I’m predisposed to that! It has such a strong pull on my soul. My fear is I won’t want to come home!
You won’t, I never want to leave always cry – it is home to me, has changed a lot but there is that feeling that Ireland is in your heart and soul forever.
Cheryl – you will love it! It is magical.
There is a lot to see and do but more importantly there is the atmosphere and the people. Get into a pub and soak it up.
Gonna try my hardest! But if I make an ass out of myself it’s on you guys’ heads!
You’ll love it.
Sorry very rude of me, Morning Opher.
Morning Anna! How’s the eye?
Got to go in a minute – wew’ve got friends round for lunch.
Much better thank you, swelling better. Enjoy your lunch and the company of your friends, shall miss your funny remarks.
Good to hear.
What do you mean? They’re not meant to be funny.
All that rain was especially for you. You will never see such green fields anywhere else in the world. Well they put a smile on my face and make me laugh. What is it like up there with all this rain, and flooding.
Not much rain here. A bit gloomy though. It’s the other side of the country that gets it. They send it over from Ireland.
I should have known you would say that – have a great lunch.
Lunch was good. Wine has gone to my head. I shouldn’t drink at lunch-time. But it was nice to have friends round.
Glad you enjoyed it all. This will give you a laugh, the Boys went to buy a Christmas Tree, they purchased a 7ft tree and on the way home they passed a supermarket, David went in and the Father Christmas called him over and he said to David “ho ho ho merry christmas” waiting for David to sit on his lap, now David looks about 16 either Father Christmas was confused or p….d, Father Christmas had an Elf and she was about 80 – you could not make this up. I have not even had a G&T, THIS IS TRUE.
This needs referring to the national elf service!
You never cease to amaze me. I was worried about David’s elf and safety. Have to go now David waiting to start work. “Sleep Warm” you will after the wine – see you in the morning.
Morning Anna,
I’m off to decorate a hall – a bit of splash and dribble! Catch you later