should it be arcane to think Fibonacci numbers
push to inevitable distance … inexorable with
a gravid thought … then I shall gladly play
that hand … though no mathematician I
to cover walls with numbers spiraled for design
content am I to squander solitaire progression
of numbered cards upon a plane for nothing
is at stake … neither wealth nor fame nor love
for it is abstraction distraction’s swirling center
emptiness of real
content am I to count knives forks spoons
into a sectioned drawer … not toss them
disarrayed onto my kitchen table in a heap
of tangled angles of imprecision art
Bonnie Marshall
Artwork: Henri Matisse
“Golden Rectangle” Antonio Gutierrez
Note to always valued readers … A second volume to follow The Taste of Bees in Honey will be available at Amazon next month in August. This revised poem will be included there. Smiles …
Looking forward to the volume. Loved the first.
Awww …yes, I gratefully remember, Andrew. Thinking you will like it
I love chaos but my mind wants to organize as well. Terrific poem, Bonnie.
Someone told me to beware of obsessive neatness … to keep pictures on the wall just a bit off kilter. Good advice. Thank you, Sharon.
Very, very intriguing! Thank you for creating this work of art – lots to think about.
You’re most welcome, Nancy. Glad you think so. Smiles …
You have me thinking here Bonnie… in the world of “stuff” I myself have an inclination towards organizing the inevitable clutter. Plus it’s more likely that I’ll remember where anything is….or at least have a place to begin looking. Smiles….Great poem! I also look forward to your next book….!!!
Beautifully done. I loved that.
– Esme still licking a few stray ellipsis from her chops upon the Cloud and waving at Bonnie
Delightful to imagine. And ellipsis … oh, yes. Smiles, Esme.