Poetically Scientific...

I was tasked with creating a poem using words pertaining to chemistry. The title of this poem is: A Wave of Worries From Yesterday Mirrors an Identical Tomorrow

The Dark River relinquishes a weary reflection of a woman wrapped by a worrisome yesterday that’s causing her world to rapidly fall apart.

The moon’s refraction glistens upon the dark river but worsens the wave of resonance beating in the unsystematic vibrations of her heart.

For the night encompasses what awaits and the timber serves as an interference against her facing the sun all too soon.

She feels a connection with the diffraction of the owl’s piercing voice that creates longitudinal waves high enough to reach the moon.

Her analytical eyes sway as the cold aquatic body propels transverse waves that rise and falls and keeps her captivated in a deep trance.

She closes her eyes in efforts to forget her troubles and feels the cold currents with her burnt-sienna hands. 

The cold water causes her nerves to jump as if 300 Hertz of frequency surged a photon of electromagnetic spectrum throughout her worn-out core.

She feels every wavelength in the sole of her hands and drifts away to a normal life with Jacob and Marie calling her “Mommy” once more.

She gets lost in the wave pulse linked her heart’s beat as it skips to a rhythm of ineffable happiness.

She visualizes a constructive life with her children whose days are lasting and full of immeasurable bliss.

In reality, every nerve in her relentless hands feel every crest of every wave that flows upon it.

And in her reverie, every nerve in her arms feel every warmth of every child and their faces show excitement.

The amplitude of her dream occurs exactly when the anti-nodes of the waves reach their highest peak.

She dances freely with them with the immense happiness and assurance she had longed to seek.

But the dream abruptly ends when the river’s incident wave reaches a trough which causes the currents to slow speed.

The river’s currents break and she feels the node of the stationary wave trigger the current’s flow to impede.

She opens her eyes to her feared nightmare of a luminous sun declaring a new day.

A day that’s no different from days before and she knows will be no different from days after Today.

At night she hides from the possible inevitable Tomorrow because she knows that it will be identical to her past days.

And what proves her right is when she looks in the river and sees a reflection of a weary woman troubled by Yesterday.