Monday, September 7, 2009

Chrystine Julian

ONCE THERE WAS NO ZERO

Once there was no zero, just one to nine
Once there was a little life without any love
Then something more was added in for exponential proportion
Now numbers range from zero to ten and then
Love means nothing by itself but it adds dimension
To the whole range and possible spectrum of life
One-hundred seems more, even a new level above ninety-nine
One adores a ninety-nine’s busty profile with lusty desire
Though surpassed by ten, one and love are satisfaction

3 comments:

  1. I LOVED this poem. Love IS better when shared ;)

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  2. Filled with rhythm and meaningful metaphor, this poem resonates, lustily.

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