The path sears its trajectory
Seeking the comfort of bijection
Segregated from the clusters, an outlier
Watching point devour bundle
Wrinkling lip, as forms the Spinode
Wishing equation finds a root
Dreams, steeped in fantastical roots
Comatose, losing trajectory
Is that a point of singularity, Is that my Spinode?
Yearning for bijection
Without family, one can’t be in a bundle
Relegated, to all it knows, forever the outlier
The clusters grow distant; such is the plight of an outlier
Astir the lonely can, never able to take root
Witness to a thousand bundles
Never fearing their trajectory
Always talking, always a bijection
But its points are sharp, never the Spinode
Where is my Spinode?
Craving unity, yet cast aside, always the outlier
In my head, I’ve seen the beauty of bijection
One to one, able to catch root
A perfect trajectory
Embraced by my own bundle
The love of a bundle
Two branches of a curve meet, a Spinode
Painting the horizon with pristine trajectory
Never alone again, discarding the mask of outlier
Try to steal me from this root
Impossible for he that knows the feel of bijection
Have you ever experienced the brilliance of bijection?
Joined by the like, clustered in a bundle
Nourishing water feeding a combined root
Tangents coinciding this Spinode
Never forgetting the previous life, alone as outlier
Harnessing trajectory
The trajectory of curve, and the point for Spinode
Love comes in bundles; we pity the outlier
He without the knowledge of bijection; he without roots
D'Verse is rolling out the Sestinas tonight for their Form For All night. Gay is hosting the evening and really did a great job introducing the form. Sestinas are a different breed of poem for sure. I've always found the form interesting in concept, but very difficult to produce one personally, well a good one anyhow. I remember playing the Sestina game, way back in grad school. We all wrote down six random words on a sheet of paper, cut each word off the sheet and placed all the words in a brown bag. Each student went up and took turns pulling out a word until we all had six. Then we went on to create our own Sestina.
This is one form that always boggles my mind. I could have picked out six perfect words, but the problem that I find popping up is adhering to their positioning on subsequent stanzas. It's very typically the case where I find myself wanting to say something different, or more likely a great line, not including the needed word, pops into my head but can't be used. It's both aggravating and fun at the same time. You feel like you've passed a major challenge. It's a bit of a rush.
The example Gay provided on the site is a really good one. Mine normally comes out a bit disjointed. So of course I'd have to go and pick 6 mathematical terms for the piece. It was a challenge but I kinda like what came out of the exercise. And it's always a good thing to challenge and expand the limits of one's mind. So hope you all enjoy and for those of you not joining me via D'Verse. Make sure you click on the link I've provided here to check out the other submissions, and perhaps, if you're up to the challenge, submit one of your own.
