I wrote many poems in my physics class during my junior year of high school. I have several poems about physical concepts, or inspired by my time sitting in that classroom. I should find that poem I wrote about how nice a day it was outside, only to find myself stuck indoors. I feel like this poem was an odd attempt at a love poem, but I don't know for sure. I didn't write too many love poems during my few years of intense poetry writing. I'm not the type to get mushy. I wasn't in love either during that time, which probably made a different. Too bad for my fiance. No poems for him. But he does get Valentine's Day cards, birthday presents, and dinner, so I think it's a fair trade.
Light Ray Divergence
Your light is incident to me
and the reflection is congruent.
We are similar
as your light strikes me.
I am a plane mirror;
what I show you is undistorted
It is proportion. It is truth.
I reflect your light.
But it doesn’t reach your eye.
somehow, you don’t see
the Laws of Physics
the regular reflection of rays.
Your light is incident to me
and the reflection is congruent.
I saw a virtual image:
you at the critical angle.