[JustAmy]

The Poppies in the Garden

The poppies in the garden, they all wear frocks of silk,
Some are purple, some are pink, and others white as milk,
Light, light, for dancing when the breeze
Plays a little two-step for the blossoms and the bees.
Fine, fine, for dancing in, all frilly at the hem,
Oh, when I watch the poppies dance
I long to dance like them!

The poppies in the garden have let their silk frocks fall
All about the border paths, but where are they at all?
Here a frill and there a flounce -- a rag of silky red,
But not a poppy girl is left -- I think they've gone to bed.
Gone to bed and gone to sleep; and weary they must be,
For each has left her box of dreams upon the stem for me.

Frida Wolfe

[JustAmy]

Hexed

I looked upon the shape of it,
A simple box of squares,
And every way you measured it,
The numbers came in pairs.

Four regular quadrangles,
A top and bottom too,
No matter how you turn or spin,
There’s nothing very new.

I know about the binaries,
This simple box depicts,
Of two, and four, and eight and so,
So how did we get six?

For front and back, the sides and then,
The top and bottom too.
The pairs that we start out with,
Are clearly all just two.
Where did the three come in,
That multiplies the pairs?
There is no room for trinaries,
In binary affairs.

Why, even in our games of chance,
This cubic gets a cousin,
But when you count the faces up,
There’s just an even dozen.
The fact that we get threes from twos,
Seems magical to me,
Because this pair of eyes of mine,
Just doesn’t see the three.

NicknamedBob . . . April 6, 2004
© 2004

[ValerieUSA]