round and round
they go
counting, counting
so long....
1.
hardly time to eat
let alone a coffee-on-the-go
yet always make an effort
for two or three daily suspended-cafés
a poor soul will pop in later
no time, no time...
2.
emails by assignment
work-related crap
for this assiduous pair
very* far apart
alive and available
yet caught in
formulae and science
holding sway above chit-chat
no time for play
just punch in digits
and calculate
always counting
without accounting any real loss
computing life-time
for
success
3.
then, one day
by sheer chance
he sent her an Einstein quote:
"Not everything that counts can be counted,
and not everything that can be counted counts."
in her tiny office cubicle
she suddenly saw flowers
of all colours
blossom before her
erstwhile
unseeing eyes
she didn't understand....
4.
for one full year
they swopped more than equations:
deep reminders of life
such gems of worth
paradoxical beauts
all encapsulated in
the vessel of silent words
he loved sending her quotes
to uplift her quiet spirit
she repaid his efforts
in heart's core poems
PC keyboard playing postman
while
heartbeats monitor
new algorithms
then, they saw it ....
they finally understood.
5.
work progressed
and presentation due
project done
although never met nor seen
they felt growing synchrony
and developing emotions
they battled to chase it off
as they both were
born of discreet essence
they agreed to meet in a year
at the fountain near
the oldest tree in Paris
at the
Square René-Viviani
in the fifth arrondissement
oh, so very long to wait...
6.
many weeks were spent
in daydreams
of delicious crêpes-suzettes and strawberries
with maple syrupy strips
and super-strong espresso
at bistros on
cobbled-****** squares
and munching baguette
with Emmenthal and salade
walking in parks together
lancing wish-pennies
and getting portraits near the Seine
blue skies in dream-eyes
with birds in elm trees
deeply into each other
7.
then....
some shock was revealed
which would spin
e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g
so wildly out of orbit
for her
fate was playing games...
and laughing so wickedly
awarding such onerous toll
she understood....
8.
the time ticked by
mails became sporadic
he wondered why
the rendezvous time was close
to meet springtime love
and it took him
enormous trouble to get there
she didn't show
9.
he sat
waited
had a decaf
alone
despair settling upon him
like an overgrown and heavy wintercloak
but the sweet footfall he wanted
did not approach
that's when he assumed some ...truth
she didn't love him
she couldn't
not after this stand-up
he didn't understand....
10.
she had really tried to tell him
but ran so ungently
out
of time....
he understood
but only
some weeks after that day....
when postman delivered
to his door:
algorithmic package
11.
now, in her inbox
lies a Mother Teresa quote
which remains eternally
suspended:
“Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow has not yet come.
We have only today.
Let us begin.”
little counts now
so long....
S T, 2 July 2013
saddened by news of p.brosnan's daughter....lost the battle - ovarian C.
may all be blessed, her 2 kids and all her family...and her.
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed."
~ Einstein
sub-entry: 'math in the mix'
1.
yes, sir
we understand
we get it, ok!
2.
now, what could the theorem of Pythagoras
possibly teach today
with souls a-flounder?
3.
actually, a lot
think of that triangle....
a right-angled one!
(maybe :)