Long Rhombus Poems
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G r a p h i t e feasts the eyes
ink then bleeds its overall
as permanence sets
polygons paralleled upon
rhombus obtuse oblivion
spirals splash with ecstasy
flames coiled cool
these are my designs
in my logic language labyrinth,
an off-centered photo meticulously placed
a pastel pink do-rag envelopes
a crack of a smile,
it softens the serious sudden
random thoughts race in a maze
buried in the subconscious
of a blind mind however
strange is the quiet way time blurs
the face of who was your whole world
the mind quenches the blaze
of a smoke show,
not flesh nor bone,
lost connections &lasting impressions
no longer my existence
Feverishly turning, searching
a forgotten face
at times, in late light,
your outline returns not clear,
only the hush of someone
I once knew by heart
I still reach for in dreams
I stand beside its quiet flame,
loving what remains
of a face my heart still knows
the blind mind forgets, the heart doesn’t
an imago of us gone
over time, as yours of mine
trails no traces, no sensing
what do you see when you close your eyes?
With no mind’s eye
recognize me in the clouds
picture me in stars
and if nothing else
here is a photo without its photographer
without its frame
without the certainty of forever
&eternity’s reveries
I’ve turned my back to our reality
the violet leaves its fragrance
following the hand that had crushed it
the forget-me nots
bouquets of petals plucked
forgiveness is that fragrance shed
Dear strong, mysterious Mr. Richter,
I have adored you all semester.
It's all about the way you say "cosign"
and the command you give to busy equations.
You keep those numbers all in line,
as if any one could give dissuasions.
With exponent passion you draw me in,
a mathematician first, then a teacher.
Each number's a friend, a neighbor, a kin.
Each student is a math-munching creature.
You couple denominators, strong and alike,
a prismic marriage of commonality,
then suddenly you divide them like
a Shakespearean tragedy.
Then you flip-flop like common weather,
and in a calm numerical tangent,
you bring those digits back together
like a quadrilateral sonnet.
Your rhombus eyes, like tigers animate
when you say the word "perpendicular."
Could you say you'd ask me for a date,
anywhere logarithmic, but I'm not particular.
Take me away on a coordinate plane,
parallel to a median integer
with stem-and-leaf plot as the terrain,
and a commutative property perimeter.
I can offer admiration and a laugh,
just teach me how to use a protractor.
Of all the variables on a bar graph,
we are the greatest common factor.
few Hearts can fancy dress their
nakedness in icicle Presence
fewer minds will slip into
cemetery’s dusk
soul appears, no hectic heady harkening
glancing what is needed
or already seeded
burning ice
Insight measures wisdom, not cerebral chancing
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
silence answers chaos, no questions
faith penetratingly poetic peeps
silver edged sheath transmuting bleeps
action cannot dreamscape when
carriaged Courage is
coloured cloak comely
mission determines doubtless devic discipline
burning ice
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
evolution her equanimous earthy core
smoothly dictates exalted
memory raw
as fear appears, a whispering whimpering head
she chooses Laurel-Hardy
jovial jokes instead
body-mind will momentarily magically move
illusive graped grace to forth face
zero haste
burning ice
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
she grooves all goals with
hidden grace
defining own pinky pace,
trusting Trinity true
gives mental lucidity a hue
E equals Endurance, persevering stormy hardships severe ever near,
trials for miles
trancing transforms
grovelling groundless guile
burning ice
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
otherworldly veneer
belies frothy fortitude
rhombus robust rectitude _________
steady steely solitude
Sun, opposite pole Lover
adoringly advises
she embraces its Fire over
chastising eyes
melting hade Himalayan
I C E to glide embalmed,
charmed warmed waters calmed
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
I’m burning
ICE
stirring
inside a rhombus,
springtime.
inside a triangle,
a blind
dog.
the rhombus and the triangle
keep
bumping
into each other
inside my twelve
by fifteen
rectangle.
there, on the clothesline,
sitting side by side,
chatting away,
are my wife's
sleeveless blouse,
my Bermuda shorts,
and my daughter's
ripped jeans.
by noon,
the triangle
slips inside
the blouse.
the rhombus
into the pocket
of my Bermudas.
and through the
rips and tears
of the jeans,
spring descends
into my twelve
by fifteen.
my wife's blouse,
my Bermuda shorts,
stare on it
astonished.
five sparrows
are playing
on the open terrace
of the morning.