Left Brain Right Brain

“Can there be poetry in numbers?”

I mused to a mathematician,

“Is there meaning in arbitrary symbols,

Devoid of emotional significance, resolving

Themselves into seeming patterns?”

 

“The poetry is in the seeming”,

She replied (in an unconsciously grotesque

paraphrasing of Owen),

“Since it is not the numbers

Which organise,

But the mind.”

 

I dwelt upon this

For sometime, unsettled,

Unhappy that poetry should be reduced,

To intellect and cleverness

 

Then I observed

Her smile as she solved

The equation and slowly shifted

Her eyes to the window.

 

I saw that numbers had made

Her world more beautiful, had brought happiness,

Had not explain, but affirmed.

 

Now I see poets designing diggers,

Mending roads, performing surgery,

Sweeping floors.  Each increasing

The beauty of their universe,

And , in turn, mine.

 

The only place I can find

No poetry

Is in selling,

For, there, is only numbers

And cleverness

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8 Responses to “Left Brain Right Brain”

  1. What a brilliant take – I guess that’s why mathematicians and musicians are often the same people…

  2. Oh, I love

    observed
    Her smile as she solved
    The equation and slowly shifted
    Her eyes to the window.

    I saw that numbers had made
    Her world more beautiful, had brought happiness,
    Had not explain, but affirmed.

    Poetry even in math – wonderful!!!

  3. Very clever twist in the end ~ No need for poetry there as its all in the numbers ~ I appreciate the perspective on numbers & poetry (like syllabic counts/meters) ~ Enjoyed this 🙂

  4. This is utterly clever and completely cool! Love you take on the prompt. Thanks so much for joining us.

  5. There might not be poetry in selling… but maybe there is hope for selling poetry… yes, poetry can be found almost every where… and the joy of solving an equation or getting the computer code to run I can relate to..

  6. i bet there even is poetry in sales but we may not wanna find it…smiles..love what you did here… her answer, the gaze to the window… so much in between the lines as well…really cool write

  7. ha. i was a sales man once…there is poetry there…it may not be pretty…but it can make you smile…heh…there were some interesting people i met in that time of my life…i like how you played this…i think there is poetry in just about anything….

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