Sunday, June 23, 2013

Reality Squared

Reality squared
       Impoverished beings that we are
Equals the square root of our hope
       That we are something more.

The truth we know rewrites itself
Disordered anew to resonate
With chaotic drift to landing place
The harbor of our souls to compensate
With golden coins of history
Stamped with human face of deity.

Reality squared
       To dust and ash our bodies revert
Equals the square root of our hope
       That we are . . .

That we are more than the cuneiform, 
papyrus, vellum, cloud drive of our words.


Posted at Poets United Poetry Pantry #155.

11 comments:

  1. I love "equals the square root of our hope that we are something more."

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  2. oh i love the opening stanza....the reality squared and equaling the square root of our hope...that is a zinger...and the truth rewriting itself....good stuff....

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  3. This speaks to me of that small hungry place inside me that wants be known in a way beyond explaining--and sometimes, those we love, get it just right

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  4. absolutely love this one! Am reading it out loud - it works so well. The flow and musicality seem perfectly judged alongside the mathematical language. Great stuff! As always.

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  5. oh libby "equals the square root of our hope that we are something more." brilliant!

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  6. I identify with the truth rewriting itself. I have seen this happen more than once. Sometimes the real truth is elusive.

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  7. I agree with the above comments! Great stuff!

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  8. Magical flow, simply love this one.

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  9. I really liked your extended math metaphor!

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  10. wonderfully done.especially your diction.uncannily, I wrote a poem last year where I too talked of the square root of hope, though in a very different context.lovely stuff.

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  11. Such a thoughtful piece - everything levels out...on day.

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