*Image found HERE


How closely huddled
all the darkened circles
tick-tock a heart into a ripe blackberry,
how they pose in their rivalries,
spherical intestines of drupe,
a wild battle of tango
versus the blushing ellipses
stringing the gently bowing mulberry.
The squares observe the pome,
laugh through the sharp moustache,
cackle at the seams to woo the crescents,
smooth and harsh like shanty lips,
the decibel proportion of the mountain’s hips,
now dips the lurking trapezoid,
his belly in the blue.
Smirks at the cold, makes note,
due haste, to conquer the snowy plains,
scrapped into equilibriums.
Watch how the cubes
make a wise choir,
watch their brotherhood pilling above
the city’s deepest secret,
watch them flat-line between the wound
and the salve of the sea,
like cobble,
the onyx of buzzards rolling downstream
into the tongue of the oyster;
an empty socket with wings
still a cheerful heptagon,
distilling itself into jewels
for the necks of triangles,
the ankles of the triangles
parading across the pebbles.
The rectangle and the rhombus
naming their angles
into incandescent wails,
hexagons with throat of wine
print out pamphlets to decipher
where did prisms learn their
primordial banter,
in which octagon they daily lower
cones of lavender, of cedar,
of straight lines curling outwards
in some mystic, hoopla meter,
growing with each dim lit field they cross
but sweeter,
succulent, ancient, newborn, cut,
All conspires, whispers, bites,
the stars outstretch their limbs,
the cylinder ignites.
Only the men is lonely;
seethed Charon
while through moors he rowed his ferry.


~ by Oloriel on June 10, 2016.

13 Responses to “Geometriatitis”

  1. Oh somehow i feel the sharpness of the edges cutting with your words.. inclusion of Charon is perfect, and make this relatable and dark.

  2. Your diction is always so incredible and unique. I absolutely love reading your work… It speaks to the soul as well as to the intellect. What a perfect combination! 🙂

  3. Da, potpisujem Evin komentar, to je to. 🙂

  4. I love this world in which “ancient” and “newborn” stand side by side…

  5. I need to read this again, to fully understand. Yet, interpretation may be the point & understanding an academic bore. Love it!

    • I think I always strive for the poems I write to be as much as yours as they are mine. I can tell you what I meant or what images I tried to show, but I think it is more precious to let you read and weave images and emotions of your own 🙂

  6. For some strange reason I always liked math and didn’t like geometry…or I did…can’t remember…I liked angles, tangible things that is pleasing…

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