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Math and Poetry

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Published: December 8, 2010
She used to tell me
of math and poetry
by the length of her arm
and rhythm of her heart
condensing verse and fraction
with form following the function

of communist theories
and greek philosophies.
she beat out aesthetics
with a perfect symmetry.


because no one understands
the relationship between
seafoam and shoreline
the way she does
[swimming in saltwater sorrows]


reimagining time in an hourglass,
she shot up infinities with a glance
and left me moondrunk in the night.


she emits sparks throughout my system
breaking and entering--
my kingdom under siege.


her name was an amalgam of numbers
1.61803399 . . . .
and I loved her by design.
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math and poetry and objectivism and marx and plato and aesthetics and madeupwords and time and golden ratios and loveandloveandlove. . .
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This is breath-holding beautiful. Every line and stanza.

It feels so pure and innocent but also wise beyond its years.

I especially loved this:

"reimagining time in an hourglass, she shot up infinities with a glance and left me moondrunk in the night. "

I love the simple elegance to it and the structure flows so well.

Remarkable!

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ariya-saccaStudent General Artist
Beautiful poem!
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Abstract-scientistHobbyist General Artist
This is so beautiful!
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MissdelayingitHobbyist General Artist
This is SOO good and SOO interesting too! I love it! :D
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really really nice...
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GabrielGadflyProfessional Writer
I really enjoyed this.
KissTheSunrise's avatar
Simply amazing. I love it 'by design' !! =)
MariaTala's avatar
a song after my own heart. i enjoyed this very much thank you. :]
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Sammur-amat General Artist
This just shows off so much of your talent, well done and congratulations on the greatly deserved DD!:heart:
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Sammur-amat General Artist
My pleasure! (:
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sarjanHobbyist Writer
you've got a DD!
MariaTala's avatar
yes i have! haha nagulat ako! :]
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sarjanHobbyist Writer
:thumbsup: you well deserve it:)
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Enjoyed this poem so much, Maria
MariaTala's avatar
I'm glad thank you. :]
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The following subject about comparative metrics based on numerical prosody reveals a deep connection between ‎math , poetry metrics, architecture and some natural features. It calls for wider and deeper investigation.

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The following subject about comparative metrics based on numerical prosody reveals a deep connection between ‎math , poetry metrics, architecture and some natural features. It calls for wider and deeper investigation.

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NichrysalisHobbyist Writer
I've never read such a beautiful, breathing, making-me-rethink poem that is the relationship between two seemingly opposite ideas not emphasized oxymoronically, but brought together.

I still stand by what I said, and I think I will be coming back to this poem years from now.
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GalmactimaStudent Writer
Unbelievable. One of my new favourites.
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