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May 10, 2005
Poetic Lifeblog II
life, poetry
Ah, poetry does rocketh. It really takes the edge off of your emotions, in addition to being pleasant to write and read. I'm a bit pressed for time tonight since I have to get up early tommorrow to register for Italia, so these poems which I wrote today will have to serve as my voice. I'm quite pleased with "Math" though, so I hope y'all will enjoy it.
Laziness calls
and Imagination beckons.
Visions of movies and books and dreams.
Before these math wavers and falls;
all which is not strong and sturdy
falls to it's knees and begs for relief.
——
Math
Oh, great luring god,
I fan thy flame
bow to thy name
and hail the path you leave unprofaned.
Oh, deity of logic,
ruler of all that is right,
why must you put up a fight
when this disciple begs to learn in your light.
The light shrinks away,
withers and fades,
leaving but little knowledge laid.
The path is so weak it seems not by you made.
Oh, master of truth,
your works span to the gods' home;
thy strongest towers of metal and stone,
awe-inspiring, they strike one to the bone.
Thus, glorious judge most just,
I entreat thee, grant this plaintiff's plea
for knowledge and understanding of yea;
allow me to climb thy great tree!
Posted by Trevor Savage at May 10, 2005 9:14 PM