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Thursday, March 20, 2008

Shape of Means




drawn lines close
on golden mean echoes
as a mobius strip
grows from more to less

split and split again
where once were scores
the longest years now
number on a single hand

phi flings fractals
into a void,
forewarned, he walks
into the gathering black





Surreal is the prompt by Totally Optional Prompts

13 comments:

paisley said...

in my book surreal is your home turf... this follows suit beautifully... and i am glad to say i only had to look up one word this time... mobius....

Billy said...

very surreal ... and very well done!

Jo said...

Yes, this is surreal indeed, wonderfully done.

Richard said...

hey Tumble, I don't really get it, but I like it. There's something going on there, just out of reach to me, that makes it really intriguing.

Linda Jacobs said...

Okay, I've read this three times, now, and am still trying to cipher it! I'd have to say it's a success at surrealism! I'm so literal that your last two lines are my favorites; that I can see!

You amaze me with your vision!

Noah the Great said...

Wow, this totally goes over my head!

Greyscale Territory said...

Love the final sense of "gathering black".

It implies "still creating" ~ quite dramatic!

Whitesnake said...

As usual...........you excel!

Beloved Dreamer said...

Ah, this could mean so many things
I love it. Surreal it is and path he walks melts away.Wonderful.....

-bd

Crafty Green Poet said...

excellent, very surreal

sister AE said...

math and a lifetime - both puzzles to solve. I like it.

Yours truly Mason said...

the picture you hade below was to perfect for this poem. idk how you found the words to make it so sureal and real at the same time

anthonynorth said...

Okay, you lost me on this one - which is, I suppose, the point :-)