Golden Ratio

Cherry

By onemorething

Fri, 26 Jun 2020
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Our shells are formed under duress,

they lay out new growth in calcium carbonate 

and protein, resume patterns of history;

driven by damage or fed upon the fat of love.

 

And drawn out, pencil lines are precise

on a sketch of an angel fish, divided

into segments of golden ratio, whispered

gradations of the same Fibonacci sequence 

that spirals exoskeletons in ideal increments.

 

We coil, screws turn, life can seem to be no more

than an ongoing chronicle of a resistance

to death, but if we are made up of equations

then why do the numbers bleed into pools,

or the moon show its face in the glow of our nacre 

and if you hand me the sun,

I will break it open like a hot nut.

 

Image from pixabay. Image on twitter also: 

https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:A_rock_beauty,_a_black_angel_fish,_a_blue_angel_fish_and_a_f_Wellcome_V0022094.jpg

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Submitted by Penny4athought on

Sacred geometry-phi- fractals- the beauty of design and connectivity in nature...the fragility of life...the curiosity of death? I felt all of this flowing outward from your eloquently written poem.

Especially loved:{ If we are made of equations then why do the numbers bleed into pools } And: {If handed the sun, I will break it open like a hot nut.} wouldnt we all love to reveal the center of everythng?

I loved this read - it was right up my love for science ally.- it was a golden ration - thanks for sharing.smiley

 

Penny4athought

Submitted by onemorething on

Oh good! I'm so glad! I thought I might have delved too far into my own weird thoughts with this one. Thanks very much for reading and your lovely comment. It's good to know all those things resonated with someone. I wrote the hot nut line because it pleased me as well, and yes, given the sun, who wouldn't open it up to its molten caramel centre. Rachel :)