Thermodynamics
by
Melanie Houle
We
may aspire to
cool tranquillity,
Setting temperate
smiles against
the storm
And steam of pressured
days, but still
we see
Our sculpted shells
constrain a molten
form.
Frozen
in our centuries
of harm
Is heat our every
friction strains
to free.
Compressed too
close, we freeze
and sound alarm
and burn rapprochement
into entropy.
The
laws of motion
and of man agree:
Though bitterness
and cold suspicion
swarm,
Equal and opposite
the force will
be
When heart-fire
sparks to light
us, keep us warm.
©
2007 by Melanie
Houle
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About the Author
Melanie
Houle
is a physician
and former jeweler.
She is a Pushcart
Prize nominee
and The Raintown
Review's first
featured poet
. Her poetry also
appears in The
Lyric, California
Quarterly, The
Aurorean, Neovictorian/
Cochlea, Tigerâ's
Eye, Mobius, Pearl,
Barefoot Muse,
The HyperTexts,
Journal of the
American Medical
Association and
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