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Maths =

by Sam Roberts

Swirling in a vortex of mathematical madness.

This sadness, solemn silence of Pythagoras.

Where I pity the Surds, and absurdity,

which will unwittingly over come me.

So I pray to the paper of x

to give me the peace to rest.

But the tired eyes fight the formula

so that I might, try to see... if I can get a B.

Either that or I will just procrastinate,

illustrate and illuminate, the powers that are 10

or the standard index, of my pen.

I must pretend.... that maths = the end.


Author's Note: Currently studying for an exam that will get me into teaching. This is what I have been doing - NOT revising obviously.

Posted on 05/29/2014
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/29/14 at 04:39 PM

Although Math was never my strong suit, I like what you've done her poetically and mathematically, Sam. Good luck with the exam! :)

Posted by George Hoerner on 05/29/14 at 11:50 PM

Math really shows us what can be done with a few definitions and application of some logical set of rules. Really a cute write!!

Posted by Jim Benz on 05/31/14 at 02:07 AM

You have my full sympathy, but its a good poem too.

Posted by John Harder on 05/31/14 at 05:19 PM

You've combined the beauty of poetry and numbers in a very clever and original way. Excellent piece!

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 06/07/14 at 11:56 AM


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