Hypotenuse is a funny word,
but not the funniest I've heard.
If you ask me for my vote,
I would go with asymptote.
Life can feel like an asymptote,
A never ending line with a constant slope
Born of a line oh’ so negative,
Lets go ahead and change that narrative
Exponents may cause a bump somewhere
An integral part of the worldly affair
Up, down, coming from where?
Adding to the adventure, life sure ain’t fair
Domain and range, emerge and constrict
Adding to the conflict, nothing can restrict
Their shackles tighten, defining limits
Allowing through, if only one commits
Life can feel like an asymptote,
Now, an ever changing line with an inconsistent slope
Born of a line oh so negative
What a long way from such a bad narrative.
I dwell in a place remote,
where the graph meets the asymptote,
up through tree leaves near the sun
where death and birth are seen as one,
or in the horizon on the sea,
this denizen of infinity.
Recollecting A Sad Memory, A Loss And A Dream
I bid thee adieu, this my last sad note.
A call to remember, heart once so true,
as Fate oft holds its power asymptote,
sky pallid, never again true deep blue.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-07-2020
Rhyme,( Youth And Its Many Mysteries )
Notes:
(1.)
* asymptote
as·ymp·tote
/'as?m(p)?tot/
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noun
a line that continually approaches a given curve but does not meet it at any finite distance.
(2.)
* pal·lid
/'pal?d/
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adjective
(of a person's face) pale, typically because of poor health.
Similar:
pale
white
pasty
pasty-faced
wan
colorless
anemic
bloodless
washed out
peaky
peakish
peaked
whey-faced
ashen
ashen-faced
ashy
chalky
chalk white
gray
whitish
white-faced
waxen
waxy
blanched
drained
pinched
green
ghastly
sickly
sallow
deathly pale
Life does not converge Always
At a point as it should.
But I witnessed
The artist’s mind
On that rare moment,
When a softer hue started
An asymptote journey for infinity.
He saw a sadness in her dreamy eyes
He saw a mystic smile on her face.
He saw her impeccable face
Touched by a softer light,
The light that once
Silently reached
Her dark, curly hair.
Life does not converge always
At a point as it should.
But the pathway helps
The artist’s mind, to resonate
The inflection, cadence within.
Life is all about meeting someone,
Finding some way, for an alibi of dreaming.
Hey babe, I have a confession to make.
When you and I first met, a perfectly inelastic collision must have happened,
Because now all I can do
is to stay by your side.
When you and I first met, I know we’re a one-to-one function,
Because you are
My only solution.
When you and I first met, You got me falling for you,
and I can’t stop
According to Newton’s first law.
Babe, so tell me that you love me,
Because you are the
Counterclockwise torque
That is turning me up.
Tell me that you love me,
Because if I am silver chloride
You must be nitric acid
The only one that can completely dissolve me
And break into my heart.
Tell me that you love me,
Because I want to know that we are not two lines
On different sides of a vertical asymptote
Whose futures shall never cross.
Give me a chance to be your nth degree taylor polynomial
That is tangent to every little bit of you,
So tell me that you love me.
A true friend is a priceless gift.
Never dominates you
But an important part in you.
Unlike others who can falsely define you
A true friend will try to refine you.
When the rest see you as a perfect nobody
He sees you an important somebody.
With remarkable loyalty he never ceases to amuse
And he sees backstabbing as a total abuse.
You always contently cherish his presence
And ardently long for him in his absence.
That is what I feel about you loyal friend,
If you were existing in mathematics
To me your care would be like an exponential curve
Whose asymptote is infinity, you care infinitiously,
Pardon me if my last word does not exist in a dictionary
The thing is I just wanna show my gratitude, it’s necessary.
Your friendship is a symphony whose music sound is loud in my ear
But never tears my tympanic membrane,
It causes tears somewhere else in me, in my eyes dear,
Tears of joy and happiness when you remind me I’m worthy,
The core of your friendship is burly…
Pome du jour
Rudderless and leaderless we will traverse
The seas and the trails
Of meter, rhyme schemes and tropes
(If we please)
And land on Moot Point - somewhere north of San Francisco.
The medium is, after all, the message (per Marshall McLuhan)
And a poem must need not 'mean' but 'be' (per Archibald McLeish)
Hence, loose the bonds of that inveterate evil thing - mind
And think tangentially, not crossing, not intersecting
(think in terms of a curve approaching its asymptote),
For therein lies the truly spiritual beings we are.
A god is immaterial here. But: Vaya con dios,mi amigo.
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