Ascensions

By ralph

Sat, 02 Mar 2024
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Ascensions

 

No finger on it. 

The colour, the grey area

insipid in other circumstances.

Here, the light glows as if a search.

 

A treasure sunk — swept to water. 

The tide of molten glass rising  

to the everfall. Its peaked collapse

betrothed to a rule of maths. 
 

 

 

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Submitted by Tom Brown on

I can't say I understand your poem, but we were taught at school it is "mathematics" some universities do use "maths" and formally too. It must be laziness. For "ill"they use "sick". Strangely appropriate. Looks bad. Not professional.

In fact this poem means nothing to me at all. Sorry.

Cheers! Tom Brown

 

 

Submitted by ralph on

Tom.

Read it again. ''Maths' refers to 'aftermaths'.

Thanks,

Ralph

 

 

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Is there life aftermaths?