I used to love circles
As shapes
They pleased me
Curving endlessly
Unstoppable in their resolution to resolve
Everything
Revolving
Around and around
The line eternally looping back on itself
Which is of course
I see now
A tragedy
Instead I choose triangles
Sharply they soar
Even turned upside down
Or inside out
There is hope implied in the upward slant
I can take the dip
Knowing
That once the pen hits that point
It will rise
Again
One of my faves. Love it.
Thanks Doc.😊
An interesting take on the circle and the triangle. I see the circle as perfection, oneness, and protection. The circle provides the symbolism for my second novel, The Twisted Circle.
Symbolism – the hieroglyphs of the subconscious, I don’t know maybe I view perfection as unattainable and revolved shapes as closed – probably passing thoughts that unfurl and don’t mean much after I’ve explored them.
Phallic symbols. Ha. Nice. Up and down as opposed to female round and round.
Hmm I don’t know, females also have triangular symbols. What’s in a shape in the end? Just a mind curl 😊
Hmm … how about spirals? 🙂
I know I love spirals …have written about spirals – think I’m all about triangles at the moment though 😊
🙂
You had me with the title
But then
When it comes to your poetry
I’m over easy
Like free-wheeling spiral 😎
I’ll pay that – thanks David 😊
I was cautious to click on the post lol!! But I’m glad I did.
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