[Inspired by Christine Austin Cole’s “Body of Works” ]
I’ve changed my minuses to plusses
I’ve transcended to other side of equation
I’m into the glass mirror; as reality of reflection
I believe in purple unicorns and translucent humans
So what I hear in rhyme; at least musical to touch
Is all that I believe
Poems are not the brazen nudity of math
They are the coloring, coverings, cravings of mind, heart and soul
They need no alphanumeric monstrosity for the gazette
They live as abstract moments: of abject grief or leaping happiness
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/re-equated/
