Unmathematical

If I had come to do something and forgot
Forgive me for living
I am no more than I can be
A shadow behind the light

Measure the sound of life
And you will understand voice
Measure the colors of the world
And you will understand people

Measure nothing
And you will understand yourself

 

Mysterious, enticing style you bring us in every verse.

Can there be something in nothing?

Pleasure

Carlos

 

Thanks for stopping poet!

I believe even Nothing is Something.

Thanks Carlos

 

I'm not a fan of mathematics, thank God those days are over for me
I do like, however, your poem...it's always nice to stop by for a read.
Have a great day

 

Thanks Guadalupe,

I am, nevertheless, always mathematical; except for this write, even for the title alone.

But, look at the math in a Sonnet; it mandates the wording.

Thanks again for the read poet!

 

Touché

That is the same thing my mentor said, lol and it was a stab in the heart because he knew how much I loved sonnets: he was a mathematician. lol

Have a great day!

 

Awesome!

Would love to read him!

Thanks for stopping by again!