Archimedes and Sirius

By Jack Fritwell

Wed, 06 Jan 2016
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Mention calculus,
behold my mother’s face,
set like a jewel on a bed of satin,
while the workings
of dee-wye by dee-ex
release the scent of fresh-cut roses
into the chapel’s gloom.

What strange collars we make,
for those stray dogs that follow
without bidding, and who in the night,
come to their own call
even across an ocean of years.

Some friendly, some timid,
some that will bite
and are best avoided if in fact
it is within our power
to avoid them at all.

Mention calculus,
behold my mother’s face,
set like a jewel on a bed of satin,
while my equation continues
and the dogs still roam.

Certificate U
Poem
Philosophy
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

I like this, the way it roams, but comes back to our mum, where it all begun. 

 

Submitted by Jack Fritwell on

Thanks. I'm glad you like it. As usual with my writing it's largely autobiographical and wonders about our memories and how they can be summoned by the strangest events, sounds, tastes etc.

Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment.

Regards

Jack

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

The parts of this poem are well integrated!

Well done!

Submitted by Jack Fritwell on

Thanks Terry. Poems aren't usually my thing and those I do write I tend not to inflict on the general public. So its nice when someone likes themzI thought I'd post this one though as it didn't seem too bad or obtuse.

Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment.

Regards

Jack

Submitted by Jack Fritwell on

Thanks Terry. Poems aren't usually my thing and those I do write I tend not to inflict on the general public. So its nice when someone likes themzI thought I'd post this one though as it didn't seem too bad or obtuse.

Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment.

Regards

Jack