Micropoetry Monday: Opposites


The Shutterfly edition

He was always crunching numbers,
she, digesting words,
& together,
they made up a complex word problem,
describing an outlandish scenario
that would never occur in real life.

He’d sought Kodak moments,
she, Instagrammable ones.
Even though each believed
there was more merit in their medium,
they still managed to capture
the magic that was in each other—
his, in telling a story
& hers, in writing it.

When Fiddle met Violin,
they each believed they were better
than the other,
for Fiddle was preferred by the dirt poor,
by the filthy rich,
until they realized
that they still needed their bows
to make their bodies sing.

Sally F.O.I.L.

Well-endowed by her Creator,
with her complementary angles,
her right side congruent with her left,
she was quite an imaginary little number—
well in her prime.

Well-bred by her co-creators,
she was never negative or irrational,
her emotional intelligence quotient
more than or equal to those with
communications degrees.

Well-informed by being self-informed,
never giving thought to the lowest common denominator,
her thinking was far from linear,
for her mind ranged from negative infinity to positive infinity
on the y-axis and x-axis.

She was going places where few would follow,
much less understand.