This is a poem I wrote for the Whimsybuggs Writing Workshop. It is called a Pi, sixteen-line poem representing the number Pi with (not surprisingly) the following number of words per line: 3, 1, 4, 1, 5, 9, 2, 6, 5, 3, 5, 8, 9, 7, 9, 3
PATHOS SUBLIME
Rustling soft canvas
foliage
dynamic breezy motion magic
caressing
fruits on the limb swaying
in rhythm with mother branches and green leaf cousins
in joy
drinking in sunny sky rainy juices
growing sweeter with each waltz
dancing in tandem
with nature stepping then bowing
in light splendorous ballroom of green forest gods
through swift winds of delicious perfection dipped fruity pathos
apples in trees swaying in soft breezes
sweetness demanding just one kiss of scrumptious pulp dripping
down your chin.
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
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Very intruiging form. I may have to give that a try sometimes. To haw many digits is it generally carried out. Or does that matter?
My writing group has always done it this way, but I’ve heard of energetic poets who go further. I think Pi is an infinite number, so you could on and on and on………
A beautiful PI