Mathe-Manic Monday

No clever or insightful lead-in this week. I'm just too tired! But here's another egghead poem of mine. In high school, when I was deep into algebra, geometry, and trig classes, I did actually dream in mathematical symbols and equations, which was very freaky. My writing instructor told me that one day, this would be plastered on the doors of mathematics departments everywhere, but that day hasn't arrived yet.

Mathe-Manic Dreams

Triangle burns
with abstraction keen,
grappling with theory
and searching for mean.

Add me to tangent,
divide me by pi--
must be obtuse,
'cause I can't figure why

all these symbols are people
and functions, relations.
What's the solution
to all these equations?

Wake with a start,
wipe the drool from my desk--
yawn and keep cramming
for algebra test.

© 2003 Robin L. Rotham

My Poetry Monday

I know, I know -- I shared a silly limerick on my last post, which probably led you to expect more of the same today. Sorry to disappoint, but this is my favorite of my poems and I really wanted to share it. It's for someone I've blogged about before. If you need a refresher, here's the post.

Don't forget to leave a link if you're posting something of yours today!

Grandmother

More than thirty years have flown
since fate first found me
dreaming in your nest.

You, all wrapped in cotton
shuffling slippered down the hall,
still tuck me in.

Bathroom lights reveal the pins
in curls that always envied mine,
and tissues in your sleeve.

Rings not ever parted from you
spin upon your sparrow’s hand
as diamonds pat my cheek.

Balm of favored lotion
soothes my heart and it’s as if
I’ve never gone.

Eyes in hollows forged by age
and illness ever present
smile and know me.

Bending down, you offer one last kiss
without a word
and I am eager.

Toothpaste and a hint of you
speak comfort always found
beneath your wing.

I wake and know the stone that bears
your name is all my lips
can ever touch.

Still, I sleep within your walls
and hoard your kisses
till we’re home again.

© 2003 Robin L. Rotham


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Jump Aboard the Poetry Train

The Creative Goddess and I are feeling the urge to bare our innermost souls (I mean even more than usual), so we're going to begin posting our poetry on Mondays, and we'd like to encourage all of you to join us.

Of course, it doesn't have to be poetry. Any sort of creative expression you've indulged in -- an anecdote, short story, cartoon, etc. -- would be great.

Just to get everyone in the mood, here's a little gem I wrote for Mr. Robin:


Romance (a limerick)

I knew that romance had departed,
Though the honeymoon barely had started--
As we flew down the road
My dear prince, now a toad,
Left the window rolled up when he farted.

Now, you've got to be able to come up with something better than that!