Trihedral Poems | Examples

Stone

—The road side thinker—

For ejected by the absolute that is inviolable and unknowable,
alone, only alone the stone; who was born in a gap of rocks
at the unknown foot of a mountain, built a hut named 
oblivion faced to the setting sun by a roadside.

For the solitary homeless wanderer’s sake the stone; neither trihedral, 
nor cubic, nor spherical, nor polyhedral, ever had the glory of monarchical supremacy nor had decay of a reed in the marsh, that necessarily should have been, at least once, for everyone.

The stone; who has no form, now, sits along the roadside 
watching the setting sun, while masticating bitter wormwood’s aroma that alone 
is lofty for a price of annual rings grew from a compelled, unwilling heart.

For all the deplorableness, for all the poverty, the stone; not trihedral, 
not cubic, not spherical, not polyhedral, denies the brilliance of 
a colorful rainbow repudiates the elegance of the nobility 
refuses affection that is to be showed off.