This space I occupy
can be ciphered
if a formula exists
for these boundaries
but I am less body
than biosphere
mostly uncounted
and misunderstood
greater than the sum of parts
added in catcalls.
My lips are the dividend
of strawberries.
My arms mimic
the circumference
of the moon
and my love
if you are blessed to touch it,
encompasses
an irrational number.
For Georgia at Broadblogs who said: Sit with your legs sprawled and the fat popping out wherever. Walk with a wide stride and some swagger. Eat in public in a decidedly non-ladylike fashion. Burp and fart without apology. Adjust your breasts when necessary. Unapologetically take up space.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Its called living free. The happiest people in the world seldom stand on ceremonies nor live an affected life. Just devote a day to “letting go” and you will shocked at how contented you are…
Ever wonder why men love to pee anywhere else but the toilet? 😀
Great work dear. I love it!
Obinna, you have inspired me again, as seems to be your gift (a gift to me at least). Glad you liked these lines. And yes, it is a question of freedom, allowing oneself to just be.
Well, I guess I’ll now start charging “inspiration fee” 😀
Anyway, freedom to live and express has always been the hallmark of the humanities as a branch of education. The real idea is to look at how we have lived, how we live. How we hope to live and sometimes throw in that alternative of ‘opposites’ of these three and come up with something excitingly different.
Anywho, imagine:
“The breeze on the butt
While take a dump in the woods,
The freedom of letting go
Uninhibited by space (which a toilet bowl does)
Knocking back and relaxing
On a tuesday morning
Not in a hurry to meet anything or
Anyone…”
Freedom without rules is bliss
It most definitely is… pure bliss.
Very good pece of writing.>KB
Thanks, KB.
What a wonderful philosophy – I’m sure I do some of these things…. Must try harder! 😉
And nice to read a poem with “math” in the title that didn’t scare me off!
Oh, i know–math is a scary, scary thing to me. Glad you enjoyed.
Your words have always made me smile, with driven passion, you understand the common place in our universe and how one in all is but love that brings harmony in our cosmos. 🙂
I have returned, and I will be posting my new blog today. 🙂
Thank you, Charlie. Will check out your post later.
My New Blog: Our Virtue Smells like Jazz-Tampons. http://charliezero1.wordpress.com/2013/02/11/our-virtue-smells-like-jazz-tampons/ Your inputs are most appreciated.
Love it! So glad that BroadBlogs can be your muse, once again!
Me too, Georgia–you always jump start my muse when she’s feeling lazy.
Brilliant Susan. Just Brilliant.
“but I am less body
than biosphere
mostly uncounted
and misunderstood”
So well put. We are learning how the lines we draw are so arbitrary…
Yes, we are. So glad you caught that.
JCC, thank you so much. Means a lot that you like it.
“mostly uncounted and misunderstood” This is very good writing.
Deana, thank you!
Sheesh. This is brilliant Susan. I really like the flow of the work. I like (what seems to me like) pauses as in,
“my lips are the dividend
of strawberries.”
Has a Pinter-esque feel for me.
Terry, thank you so much! Yes, for some reason, this poem demanded to be written with pauses in it.
lips the dividend of strawberries…I am less body
than biosphere….ha…cool…i love your math here..smiles
Thank you, Claudia!
This space I occupy
can be ciphered
if a formula exists
for these boundaries
Things can be worked out if only the tools are all available at hand. But we’re often not equipped nor prepared to react immediately. Nice thoughts Susan!
Hank
Hank, thanks so much!
Yeah! Well done. There’s a certain joy in getting a point across in a well chosen assembly of words or imagery, or whatever one chooses to work with to express.
Nelle, thanks! For once I got a sociopolitical point across without resorting to my usual soapbox 😉
being honest with oneself is so freeing!
Thank you, Deb!
Smiling still. How insistently the gravity of the heart overwhelms the attraction of any fleshly being. Revolving, nearing, touching. Such stellar wonders! Love is the greatest of forces. And a simple touch can mean so very much.
George–so beautifully said! I love your comments–they ring with so much truth.
“My arms mimic the circumference of the moon”….I’m breathless. !
Thank you, Jana.