I've defined a new poetry form: the Pi Poem

[klwilliams]

I've invented a new poetry form, the Pi Poem, based on the digits of pi. The basic rules are: each line should contain the number of words/syllables corresponding to the digit of pi so far, while the second line of the poem should always be the word "point". You may go as far along pi as you'd like. You can rhyme or not. The idea is to use the spirit of the number to control the form, but the words are all yours.

Here is my initial foray. My last line is a bit of a cheat, though I think it fits the form very well.
 

I've encountered that
point,
one
implied, inherent, even promised.
One
never sought. Not a gift.
The peaches I have dared lie eaten, sticky memories,
blue ribbons
molding in a muddy cardboard box.
What do I dare as
my next peach?
So little time to claim
between this morning's aches and when I join
infinity.

Comments

[al_zorra]

As sad as you are feeling it is so good to see your appearance here. I have been wondering and wondering.

[sovay]

The basic rules are: each line should contain the number of words/syllables corresponding to the digit of pi so far, while the second line of the poem should always be the word "point". You may go as far along pi as you'd like.

I like this a lot.

[shewhomust]

Clever!

[larryhammer]

Improv:

Forever.
Point
out
that there is
no
end to it, ever,
and the very young cannot grasp it.
"When you
get to a very high
number, you go back
to one, right?"
But then, neither do us grown-ups:
keep counting, we say -- still more -- again --
and again. Time keeps going --
going on, and on, and on, and on,
and on, and ...