A Poet Wearing His Science Lab Coat

Monday, June 15, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

A little rain taps the gutters to signal the end of the heatwave. The sunrise is a bluelight spotlight on a dimmer switch on a slow roll up to on.

What to share about the morning that hasn't already been wrote? Hundreds of sunrises poetically recorded in a row. A poet wearing his Science lab coat pens these lines.

We form a hypothesis: Each day a new living experience worth wondering about arrives with The Sun's light.

We make a constant: The same place, the same pen, the same e-ink pad, the same chair near the same window, the words of the same poet to describe the experience of the dawn.

We introduce a variable: The quality of each sunrise itself.

What's new every morning? Where does the newness of each day come from?

For the past couple years, I sat in these same conditions to recognize and record what effect a new dawn has on the poetic experience.

Poetry is all about form, a sculpture of words. Sonnets, Odes, Iambic and Trochaic feet so sweet, are classic ideas of the forms of Poetry.

But a checklist can be poetic, a blogpost, even a text message can sound a poet's music.

Language has many shapes to share itself. Arranging what fills those forms in a beautiful way is the work of The Poet.

What about The Scientific Method as a Poetic Form?

How about over two years worth of proof every morning on this site that it is.

Today's date, the tagline, the same goal: Give an honest account of the morning using sentences.

The variable is in the quality of the sunlight itself.

The Author of Wonder Fell, this Poetic Scientific Experiment of Dawn, has near three decades worth of time working on making sentences best match this witness of The World.

(In case you're new here and wondering why you never heard of me after I've worked so hard for so long, the answer is health. There simply wasn't energy enough to seek publication. Writing, the act and love of it, always came first. I wrote about it before. And more often here, too.)

AI frequently comes up as a topic here. The existence of Artificial Intelligence, that video game made of language, is the biggest supporter of the need for my craft.

AI is a poet's great friend because it depends on our necessity.

There's simply nothing for software to reproduce without creators of new language.

The act of Poetry is what feeds AI.

The software can't develop without the work I do.

But there's plenty of mornings discussing that here already.

Coders are now finding out this truth: They're limited to what language can do. Poets make language do more. It's what we're for, our job.

Sun's up, rain stopped, back to Colore for me.

Thanks for reading.