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regarding math and art
by Maria KintnerOld Saturn, scoffs.
Math is my enemy; a fickle bully.
...but it does make the world go 'round...
We muse at the decided foe of our chosen art;
destroying the balance of our words, and
measuring to numbered phrases by boxed rules.
We grin as rebels, acknowledging the lies numbers
tell, as we try to play with them.
They are spiteful, knowing the love affair we keep
with the whispers and secrets of our hearts.
Our hidden language of images, spoken in our best metaphors.
The cold equations that hold us to meter know nothing
of these.
Scoff, old Saturn, and turn your eyes.
Without you, we are brilliant. 08/30/2007 Author's Note: I put this in my "unfinished" folder, because I'm not quite satisfied with it yet. Something about a conversation I had with a friend. He agrees with me that math hates us poets.
Posted on 08/30/2007
Copyright © 2025 Maria Kintner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/31/07 at 05:05 AM I once read the BEST poem here about math and geometry and such, related to words. It was the best poem EVER, and it's in my favorites folder. There IS a very thin line where they blend, but it's oh-so-tenuous. Maria, I'm beginning to be hooked on your art. :-) |
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