Prime Poems
Two:
the oddest of all
and the first in line;
the only one, even -
the breaker of
mathematical
patterns
Three:
the first of the odd,
three-edged, and angled;
and in nature, a three-fold
symmetry
Five:
a Fibonacci, like
fingers on the hand
or toes on the foot,
or the squishy reaching
out of the arms of the
starfish
Seven:
a lucky number,
the colors of the rainbow
or days of the week,
and removing one
gives up product of its
first two prime
cousins
Eleven:
numerical palindrome,
sitting just beyond ten,
and any single digit
multiplied by it becomes
a mirrored number
double
for #ds106
video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLcT_U5OJn8
Sipping some liquids
by the fire with some friends;
imbibe, chat and smile
the exhaled breath
steams the glass;
all moments pass
but this one seems
extreme – the physical
manifestation of a
frustrated scream -
and now my ear's filled
with something less
than silence
line lift from Steve's poem https://petespoemplace.blogspot.com/2025/11/some-moments-tip-quickly.html
The scritch and the scratch
of withered grass in the wind,
a soft marimba
In the small moment
of waiting for the water
to boil for hot tea
Snapping sticks and twigs
to build up a bonfire;
a time for stories
A thin flower stem
withering in sun and wind;
standing ground, strong
Rake the red hot coals
of the fire; it's burning
below the surface
He's a
string-strummer
idea-generator
music-maker
harmony-finder
chord-creator
bandmate and
friend
for #OpenWrite