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.