You’re the women who taught me “Blood Science”

You’re the women who told me the story about the Britanica & Botanica

And you’re the woman who taught me that time isn’t linear, but a shape. A closed loop where we all meet, love, hate, and die

And then repeat.

Here is your birthday gift………

It’s not much but in return I give you my 3 poems, a small part of “she who sings to shipwrecks”

“Blood Science”

“Time is a shape”

And

“Britanica & Botanica”

All sonnets, mostly

As you know, my favorite poem ever is is a sonnet

“Ozymandias”

So, here is “blood science” which is about the science of *mostly* biology, but it’s a higher form because it incorporates electromagnetism and metals, which is what our human bodies-to this day-still run on. Electricity and iron and magnetism

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Excuse my mess, but I am unable to complete blood science at this time

I do not know enough about blood science to post this poem at this time

I wanted to have all 3 completed for your birthday but my time and schedule didn’t allow it

So I’m moving on to “time is a shape”

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TIME IS A SHAPE

I met a woman-veiled in dusk-who said:

“Behold this circle carved in shadowed stone;

Time is no line that marches on the dead,

but bends, returning, to devour its own.

I loved you once beneath the ash of home,

I loved you next where burning kingdoms fell;

each vow we swore became a shattered home,

each kiss a torch that lit the mouth of hell.

Still here you stand, though centuries decay,

your eyes the same, though walls around us rot.

The world forgets, but we are made to stay,

ensnared in shapes that mercy fashioned not.

Look on our love, eternal, dark, confined:

a circle wrought of stone, and serpents twined.”

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Britanica and Botanica

A story about two sister ships, both mighty and majestic ships in their day

One sank in an ocean….the other still parades passengers and crew around, proudly

Thousands of years ago

Who knows where the sunken ship is, and even more a mystery still…who even knows where the surviving ship is?

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BRITANICA & BOTANICA

I met a sailor from a distant shore

Who spoke of sisters, mighty, forged of steel:

“One rules the Pacific, calm forevermore,

Her decks still shine, her engines ever wheel.

The other ventured where the icebergs roam,

Atlantic’s depths became her iron tomb;

Her shattered hull lies far beneath the foam,

A monument of silence, cold as doom.

And on her rusted bow, these words remain:

Behold our glory, made to never fall.

Yet oceans mock with tides that can’t be chained,

And Time, the breaker, laughs at human call.

The living sails, the drowned one sleeps below,

Two fates entwined, where seas eternal flow.”

(-“she who sings to shipwrecks”, by Eric Campbell)