Category: Mathematical Poetry


The Sun shines silently, scattering light
as we sit ourselves down by the sea
that shows the sky sempiternal.
The sea seems to say something,
something that shall surprise.
State I solemnly,
‘Sea, speak thy mind’
Silence screams,
the Sun

What Goes Round Comes Round

What haps on the ground
fast goes to the sky;
It roams round unfound.
Then quickly comes nigh
to dwell on spots round.