Rachel Mac Poems
|1.||Me A Dog||5/22/2012|
|3.||The Coming Of Spring||5/23/2012|
|4.||The Clown's Hat||5/23/2012|
|5.||A Lesson Of Love||5/22/2012|
|7.||The Pinprick Of Light||5/31/2012|
|8.||'Life Is Good...'?||6/4/2012|
|9.||The Necessity Of Sound?||6/4/2012|
|10.||My Moods: Color Style||6/5/2012|
|11.||Dear Mrs. Russell,||6/16/2012|
|12.||Because That's The Way It Is||4/29/2014|
|14.||The One They Never Mention||5/22/2012|
|15.||Who I Am||5/31/2012|
Comments about Rachel Mac
No one gives pi much thought.
Even after it has been dutifully taught.
The numerical pi goes on forever,
Like the swish of a baseball,
Flying through outer space.
Three point one four,
For some it's a bore,
But NOT to me.
The transcendental number is the code,
To unlocking the perfect memory.
Math it involves,
Area and circumference of circles, it solves.
Pi never repeats itself,
Pi is smarter than that,
That is a fact.
Twenty-two over seven is the equivalent fraction.
But to me that fraction is a distraction.
I prefer the...
Recently, not long ago, I walked into art,
And looked my teacher in the eye, when he said that we have parts,
That represent who we are, and who we strive to be,
And that he would teach us to show them in calligraphy.
To have each line show what you feel, and what you desperately need,
From every memory and joyous moment, to every heartfelt plead.
So I drew a repeating pattern of endlessly swirling thread.