Into a Flight of Arcane Meaningless

 

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 …