Our incongruent angles

In math, it all adds up. In life, never.

How easily she became obtuse
As if all the helium
Was sucked out of her sails -
In one, algebraic brain fart.
How ironic, one could surmise,
That such a brilliant mind could succumb
To the frivolities of mere lustful abandon.
But alas, the wise maxim echoes
That stones I should not dare throw
Even though the great Solomon,
In all his revered wisdom, also fell victim
To the wiles of those sensual delights.
If blessed Tolstoy, in all his splendor,
Could lose the plot
And miscalculate simple formulas of love,
I guess I should feel graciously thankful
That the east wind blew my balloon upward,
While she remains happily grounded,
As quoted,
To the love of her white picket-fence life.

Reviews

[V]

I haven't read anything from you for a while (maybe because you don't pop up in my newsfeed that often). It was an entertaining and also amusing (brain fart) read. Smartly written.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Yeah. I have been keeping a low profile. Will remedy that :)

Thanks for commenting!

[V]

It's ok. You're welcome.

[WittyWonka]

Wow! You say it with such sharpness and clarity, that which many of us have fallen victim to. It's great to see you writing again. Welcome back!!

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you very much.....I never stopped writing.....just read more than I wrote. It is interesting how not doing something but meditating on it can improve it :). In fact, when I open my eyes each morning, my "morning poem" is crying to be released onto paper..... :)

[WittyWonka]

You are welcome! Reading is such an important part of writing and what a blessing it is to have words waiting to be be released :)

[Bacchus]

This is a fantastic write.
well done
- I'm a math nerd so it was extra cool.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks! I failed math but my revenge is to incorporate it into poetry :)

[Nisreen]

I love the element of space and flight in your words
Something about your connection with this person seems to grow
Or the fact that you somehow suit each others mood
And way of living

Creating this perfect harmony
:)

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you Nisreen for your kind words. Oh well, moods may match, but they don't always translate as we wished into the here and now, now do they? :)

[Nisreen]

they never do
and that's the magic of being around someone that never matches yours
They can complete you

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy this poem.
"And miscalculate simple formulas of love,
I guess I should feel graciously thankful
That the east wind blew my balloon upward,
While she remains happily grounded, "
The above lines solid and true. Some people are grounded and content. A perfect ending to the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks for sharing your thoughts.....yeah, I think I should also give contentment another chance...

[Coyote Poetry]

Contentment is hard to find. Good if we can and you are welcome.