There is no north, south, east or west

Up,down, right or left

Far, near, in or out

Without a point.

No line without a start and stop

No circle without a centre

And no matter how long or squiggly

No shape until a line touches itself

At a point.

No structure in any dimension

Without the meeting of points.

 

Like discussions simple or complex

Of minor or major importance

Long, squiggly, curved lines of ideas

Until the meeting of points

Shapes a plan.

 

Or life itself -

Long twisting curved hours, days, months, years

Of just being

Until an intersection of lives, events or purpose

Structures a shape

Which cannot be undone.

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And what is the point of this little ditty?

An over-extended attempt to be witty?

No point at all if you do not see it -

A waste of thought and language.

Unless the mere idea of thought being pointless

Is anathema to the poetic mind

Or the art of argument

In which case ……………………………………………...

 

Ha! I’m messing with you

Just for fun.

 

 

Cynthia Buell Thomas

July, 2015