math storm

Poem #193 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

it was a storm
of sorts

numbers and symbols

detached sections
of grand formulae

all fell
striking him
as he capered
kicking at decimal places
splashing isolated denominators

an illumination
followed by the undeniable
grumbled proof
expressed as lightning
over thunder

he laughed aloud

laughed and capered

as the numbers
and drenched him
in the black ink
of his theorem

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #194: dream and reverie

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