geometric

26 January 2014

 

 

I

bisect

circles, squares,

but not straight lines.

With measured angles,

dissecting shape and form,

I seek to solve the unknown

variables and formulas.

But, proofs and logic cannot explain.

After all, life is not geometric.

 

 

presumptuous

26 January 2014

 

 

It is hard to be different,

harder to be treated that way,

but which is hardest to accept?

 

We don’t always mean what we say,

our actions are not meant to wound,

there’s simply no right or wrong way.

 

So, just ask before you assume,

each person is always unique,

imagine if we didn’t presume.

 

 

after midnight’s pause

26 January 2014

 

 

After midnight’s pause,

snowflakes can be heard, falling

melodically.

I never knew such music,

I never bothered to hear.

 

 

chiaroscuro

26 January 2014

 

 

I facilitate green,

country delusions,

embrace trees,

a gurgling stream,

a myopic state of allusion.

 

I sustain one aspect,

time’s delicate strands,

painted chiaroscuro,

like dreams sent,

but never returned.

 

Tri-colored balls in

red, blue, and yellow,

plans to write, to walk, to live,

portraits and landscapes

are all that remain.

 

I’m forever juggling,

carried towards some

unseen,

distant

vanishing point.