Poetry Thursday #5
Today's assignment--a poem with math terms. Plane geometry in my sophomore year in high school was the only math class I ever liked. So here's the poem.
by Norma Bruce
Feb. 1, 2007
You're the only one I ever loved.
Degenerate and full of sin--
your height, your legs
and references to horizontal.
I so me try.
It wasn't meant to be.
I was too square and plane--
just a double cone
melting under Golden spiral rays.
I some try.
You were one dimensional,
between radical and mean,
with just the line
to touch my obtuse midpoint--
Is o me try.
Before I go on a tangent--
Upon reflection
I no longer flip over your
face or cute little axis.
You are zero to me now.
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