Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Misfit

Circled by slingshots of lamda and pie,
I'm swayed by the vectors of contempt and lie
That emplot my self within Eulerian graphs,
With constant of doing-what-I -hate.

Such are the prices of growth they'd said
And I am all sold-out of late.

So how did old Tom spend hours in his bank,
And dredge through his wasteland of self?
But I can't risk spells in the asylum or church
To sustain my fabrics of neurons in stress
And count little rosaries in train.

So battered by the brickbats of turbine and torque
I call to my aid dear Auden or Donne
And hew their jargons with dictions of self
For symmetry of semiologic shields.

Patched up with armours of allusion and trope,
I dance among circuits and unwanted chips
And practice with phantoms of hope.

16 comments:

J Cosmo Newbery said...

This is something of a tour de force through science and maths? Where did you come out?

The Pensive One said...

I love the line below your blog title. It's the first thing that drew me in.

This poem is so inspiring and bittersweet. I just adore the rhyme and then the free verse style. Wow, why have I never come across this blog before?

Greetings

The Pensive One

VaNdAnA ShArMa said...

Day to day life entwined in numbers and graphs

Mary said...

This is really a beautifully crafted poem, Abin!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I relate to the tedious passage through doing-what-we-hate, and LOVE the surcease to be found in poetry where we "practice with phantoms of hope". Well said!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Such a beautifully wrought piece--every time I read one of your pieces, I am transported--

McGuffy Ann said...

A very well crafted piece.

lost said...

Really like the "phantoms of hope" and only wish I'd found them sooner. They do help get us through the every day drudgery,

Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/06/23/lost/

NataĊĦa Dolenc said...

second part of the third verse is very strong.. and also
"I dance among circuits and unwanted chips
And practice with phantoms of hope."
felt very close to me.

sayan said...

be it Tom in a bank, or Tom in the warehouse...there have been warriors..who have fought and then won...and i am sure you will too...bravo brother...

sayan said...

be it Tom in a bank, or Tom in the warehouse...there have been warriors..who have fought and then won...and i am sure you will too...bravo brother...

Timoteo said...

...can't risk spells in the asylum or church...
I like how you coupled those two together LOL

Brother Ollie said...

love that last image: phantoms of hope

grapeling said...

to paraphrase - poets as ghosts in the machine. Nice write. ~ M

Susie Clevenger said...

Doing what we hate to escape into what we love...There is hope in our drudgery. :) Great write!

Susan said...

Your last two stanzas are delightful solutions--and throughout the alliteration is stunning.