one tree, a world of racket, every dusk that ever was.
I am a holy heart four angels defend,
other times I am nothing but flesh and fingertips.
There are four seasons, three necessities,
two sides to the moon.
The window has eight panes;
I am in them all.
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A double 55 for Real Toads. 55 words, and the numbers in the poem add up to 55.
Loved the fiery spirit coursing through your verse :D
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What an amazing poem, Shay. You pack as much punch with your short pieces as you do your longer narrative - and how cool the numbers add up to 55!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love this. You've caught the spirit perfectly. :)
ReplyDeleteLove the form here.. Very inspiring with such math,
ReplyDeleteBlazingly brilliant, Shay.
ReplyDeleteI am woman hear me roar. :) Keep being you. It inspires the less timid to sharpen their claws.
ReplyDeleteYou are a diamond cutter
ReplyDeleteof perfect judgment
and balance;
you are the deep fire
that births such stones.
You are dear in the world
and dear to me:
You ignored gem
who should be
crown...
And such fearless honesty in your fingertips
ReplyDeleteThis poem opens out like a fan, and shows a bit more at every stick, till in the end we have a unity of multiplicity, a one from many. You have mathematically r/evolved the self so the reader sees its vital, and vitally differing components, all of them filled with genius.
ReplyDeleteFantastic!
ReplyDeleteAnd all while pouring coffee! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is incredible.
ReplyDeletea fearless write
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Amazing--I don't think you had to add up to 55--that part a bit overkill! But that said, a wonderful poem--strong, memorable. k.
ReplyDeleteI love this.
ReplyDeleteIn totality - rocked it - from start to finish - no more needs to be (ac)counted (for)
ReplyDelete[visiting from "sweet 16"/anniversary]
Totally wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI am in them all!
ReplyDeleteYes, you are.