..
cross it out. see? that lost dream,
that tattered seam sky. there’s a
-nother why we’ve tossed aside.
got an eraser? you’ll find its dust
can thrust the worst from will and
whim and wander. ponder this:
some algorithm of anger.
some unit of measurement that stings.
some thing that means more,
or less, or no
-thing at all. let’s get some small
sense of exponential balance,
some angled trace that makes
all these small steps
add up to
grace.
let’s find our centers;
that sense that marks
the spot of soul,
silence
,
and
all things
being
equal.
..
Pulling a little double duty with this one. Prompted by both Poetic Asides and Miz Q, #25.
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Beautiful, De. All things are quite unequal these days.
A meditation for the ‘solar plexus’ –
(I’ve got a yoga mat…rolled up somewhere…)
Right off, this makes me think of a certain “not a poet” who’s been taking a nap for quite some time.
I like that if you cross out an “x,” you get an asterisk.
I love how you split “a-nother.” Great sound created.
I like this: “its dust can thrust”
LOVE: “ponder this: some algorithm of anger.” That whole stanza, actually.
Reblogged this on The Cheesesellers Wife and commented:
I do like poetry using Maths! Here’s a poem by de jackson for you to enjoy:
Love it! I hope you don’t mind that I just re-blogged it… 🙂