Because

 

(Schrodinger's Cat -Picture Credit - Science Alert com)

It might well be that the cosmos exists

Only because we do too

And we sense the universe around us.

It’s like Schrodinger’s Cat:

Only existing for sure when we

Open The Box.

Or that Double Slit Quantum Particle Thing

By Thomas Young

Where Quanta seem to know

When we are watching.

 

Those glorious sunrises and sunsets

What we live for

Only appear

Because we are here.

 

Without us there is soulless light

Shining upon indifferent clouds

In a realm of lifeless gas, dust

And rock.

 

We are the ones who see

The awesome beauty of the sky

And all beneath it.

The ugly stuff too.

It is ourselves who decide what is beautiful

And what is but a scar on the landscape.

 

It’s a shame that we are here

For such a fleeting moment

In the wider scope of things:

This eternity.

So we must pass the baton on

To the next generation.

 

Our only hope is that the children

Will love the world

Better than we have done.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 30\5\2023.

Haiku 3

 

Singularity

Then Big Bang inflating to

Our Universe now

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 17\4\2023.

Extremes

  (Picture Credit - Extreme Weather by Istock)

Butterflies flutter and flitter

As wasps and bees zip about.

Yet sloths hang heavy

From lofty trees

As languid lions siesta in the shade.

 

Parched, hot deserts boil like iron in a furnace

Under a merciless sun

While glaciers freeze at the poles

In the black cold dark.

 

Soft breezes whisper amongst the grass and trees

But on another day the wind howls

Like a Banshee

Tearing those trees up by the roots

In a whirling chaos.

 

A tiny ant scuttles along the ground

Unaware of the towering Giraffe above

As it stretches its head into clouds of high leaves.

 

A day of angry black clouds

Is soon followed by a clear blue ocean sky.

For anything that can happen, will happen.

So expect the unexpected.

And glory in it all.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 3\4\2023.

Easter

It’s blue sky brightly sunny

As we await the Easter Bunny.

Still some clouds about

Rain might have a shout.

 

Remembering when Jesus died on the cross

Only to beat Death

So no longer a loss.

 

Let’s throw off our shackles too

Enjoy those Easter eggs,

Quaff a golden brew

And drain the barrel to the dregs.

 

It might be a crime to tire of rhyme

But give me a minute or two

Rhyme isn’t a favourite of mine

So I might not carry this through.

 

Forsythias, Daffies and now Mahonias

Gold flowers full of sun

Thinking of Begonias

Adding to the fun.

 

The Amaryllis must be out

Giving us a mighty shout

Other flowers too

What a lovely view.

 

Tits and Robins are flitting around

Making lots of birdsong sound.

We’ve just sprung forward,

As you know,

So Nature is putting on

A bit of a show.

 

Symbolic eggs will soon be eaten

That chocky taste just can’t be beaten.

So enjoy Easter everyone.

Let’s hope we’ll be basking in the sun.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 30\3\2023.

Piece

I love to tell a story

Factual or made up.

And I love to type free verse,

Even the occasional rhyme

From time to time.

 

Love making conversation

Watching telly

Playing on Facebook

And surfing that ocean called The Worldwide Web.

 

In the nineteen sixties or seventies or whenever

I read a book in Pudsey Library

About a teacher who encouraged his students

To express themselves fully in free verse.

 

He wrote of short lines that

Shock!

And longer lines that linger in their elucidation of logical algorithms.

But otherwise there were no rules,

No doggerel-metres to follow,

Just freedom of expression.

So now I write this way myself.

Or rather, type.

 

And I keep typing.

Always typing.

One thing or another.

Constantly compelled to type

Something or other

Whether it’s a piece like this

Or not.

 

I keep on posting

And sharing

On the internet

Posting and sharing.

Hoping of course

That you will heed my words

And maybe have a go

Yourself.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 22\2\2023.