Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Fuzzy Math

Well, I admit I didn't really understand today's assignment, and I'm pretty beat. After all, I got trapped in a shirt at the Kenneth Cole outlet store today, and a thing like that really takes it out of a girl. But all the same, here is my "funny love Tanka" for Read Write Poem's NaPoWrMo challenge. Day Seven!! Don't let me run out of steam...I really want to make it to the end!

I just want to add another quick note to thank each and every person who has taken the time to comment over here. I have tried to reciprocate, but I work long hours and sometimes just getting something halfway coherent up for the day's challenge is all I can do. I wish I had time to comment on the work of everyone who is doing the challenge, but there are not enough hours in the day. And--here's to all of us who have made it to Day Seven! High Five!

This was written for my husband, who I will be married to eight years in May! :)

Fuzzy Math

He had only five books on a shelf of cinder blocks,
all of them on the Universe, or math.
Even today I love how soft his cheeks are,
never forgot my first look into him:
that spare room, his frank and humble ushering.

--Kristen McHenry


Anonymous said...

This is so good. High five!-Irene

Rallentanda said...

Lovely...a very similar experience to my own except for the 500 books
on Armstrong Siddeleys.

flaubert said...

I love what you wrote here. Although my days are not that long and demanding. I still do not have the time to devote to everyone's poem like I would like to either. Life just gets in the way. I have enjoyed your poems immensely!

Frank Moraes said...

A tad sentimental (And what's wrong with that!?) but you continue slap me in the face with your talent. Not that this is up to your "real" work, but it is the best of the challenges thus far. Of course, you are more in my territory of likes here. This poem is less intellectual than you have been—more mood and emotion.

I would recommend coming back to it when you have time—working more of your magic to the point of "Museum" or "The Goatfish Alphabet". Maybe for your anniversary? (Hopefully, it was in late May.)

Jo-Ann Svensson said...

I would melt into a pool of mocha icecream if I received a poem like that ... very poignant and just plain lovely.