Here's my response to Write Better Poetry's prompt. (Write a "number" poem.) It's a "pi poem;" that is, each line is the same number of words as each successive digit in the decimal equivalent for pi, beginning with the title. So the word count in each line corresponds to 3.141592653589793. There are a lot of terms relating to geometry, and circles in particular, in this poem too. (I more than make up for the lack of puns in my NaPoWriMo poem response today.
Two Pi Are
You
have got my number.
I
go off on a tangent
when you’re around. I get irrational, spin in circles,
but you
are my center, my transcendent one.
You call me Sir Cumference,
and I call
you Lady Radians. Our geometry
is congruent. You strike a chord with me.
Our love is constant, yet it grows by degrees
as we follow this arc of life,
rotating on this great sphere, singing a number that
goes on forever.
You
have got my number.
I
go off on a tangent
when you’re around. I get irrational, spin in circles,
but you
are my center, my transcendent one.
You call me Sir Cumference,
and I call
you Lady Radians. Our geometry
is congruent. You strike a chord with me.
Our love is constant, yet it grows by degrees
as we follow this arc of life,
rotating on this great sphere, singing a number that
goes on forever.
1 comment:
Wow, very witty. I gotta try that form. Bravo!
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