Algebra's Tiara

 
Written by Line Monique Gauthier |
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Midday sometimes in class instead of learning algebra

While I should be calculating and figuring formula

My mind wanders aboard a moonlit gondola

Serenaded by a musician and his viola

 

I follow the enticing aroma of hot lasagna

Zig instead of zag, could be seen as a faux-pas

I glide around a peninsula soon in terra incognita

Traversing a nebula not a care in the world, I’m in Utopia

 

Atop my head a diamond studded tiara

Below a ball gown of the finest taffeta

As I gracefully wave and cheer at the orchestra

Who is playing al dente for an al fresco opera

 

These fleeting moments garnered as bouquets of ephemera

As I weave in and out of daydream during algebra

 

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Form of Poetry

Monorhyme

Author: Line Monique Gauthier
I started writing poetry as a teenager and the passion for it flourished since retiring. I also dabble in photography, watercolour and acrylics. I created what I call Flash Memory Therapy. I am an active member of Haiku Canada and PoetrySoup.com. My poetry is down-to-earth and meant to be understood as opposed to impress with hifalutin words.
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