You see my four pi radians squared,
but I'm at least four thirds pi r cubed.
the light illuminates only my surfaces,
and only where eyes are to see.
Author notes
I'm poetically constipated. I know what I want to say, but I can't get it out. Nothing looks right, and everything seems so pat and completely obvious, or worse, utterly facile.
I'm irritated, and I'm posting this... this... thing... I think I'll come back and edit it. Or completely change it... or deny its existence.
A contest entry
- Wanted: Free Verse rich in metaphor by BellaD.
950 points, ended August 1, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Where does it take you?
Comments
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No need to "deny [this poem's] existence" LOL though I am not quite sure what prompt you used. I like the originality in these lines. I get a sense of a very complex individual who can't adequately show the world his/her real self. Thank you for an intriguing entry.
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lol
I'm irritated, and I'm posting this... this... thing... I think I'll come back and edit it. Or completely change it... or deny its existence.
its nice to know youre not all surface area
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