Poetry About Magnets

In iron filings arranging on white paper, magnets finds a visible shape. Two poles refusing to meet carries what ordinary speech leaves unfinished. Between a compass needle turning north and notes held against a refrigerator door, the heart learns to listen. Invisible forces become believable through the shapes they make, though the day rarely says so aloud. By night, an unseen field bending the pattern becomes a promise rather than an ending.

Two poles refusing to meet enters the poem first. Magnets follows, neither symbol nor explanation, but weather. Notes held against a refrigerator door keeps the difficult measure. We stand near iron filings arranging on white paper and let certainty loosen. Invisible forces become believable through the shapes they make. An unseen field bending the pattern remains after the room grows quiet.

Someone remembers a compass needle turning north. Someone else names iron filings arranging on white paper and means an entire life. Magnets moves between them with patient hands. Two poles refusing to meet refuses to become only background. Invisible forces become believable through the shapes they make. At last, an unseen field bending the pattern gives the silence somewhere to rest.