Symmetry And Flow Poem by Mike Griffith

Symmetry And Flow



Orderly flowing slopes and soft depths,
Receding planes in odd perspective colored by contrasts of light,
Escher-esque designs and pseudo-static loads of b.s.,
Integrals and derivatives give way
to imagery via words and neat doodles,
and the air is afloat with melancholic notes from speakers,
Strategic chess that's only 4 moves deep
still beats ninety percent of those claiming to know the game.
Finally, with His word in my hand and Him in my heart...
I understand that 'Emotional Being' doesn't have to mean 'being emotional'

Symmetry And Flow
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: christianity,depression,emotion,emotional,emotions,faith,jesus,self discovery
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote 'Symmetry and Flow' as I thought back to my college struggles. I was so down on myself then (as I would remain for many years) and wasn`t grasping well the content of my third year engeineering classes. This was due in part to how hard the curriculum was, and in part due to the fact I hadn't mastered the classes that were the foundational classes before these, and also in part because I was a wounded, hurting, scarred, and scared young man who was barely coping at all. As I thought back to my Statics class, which was an engineering class which taught how to calculate the stressors on various beams and components of structures. I recalled how the incredible stress created by my struggles with this class lead to some pretty artistic doodles as a method of procrastination. My failure in this class was a turning point for me, and it did not seem like a good turn at the time. I was and am such an emotional being. I am drawn to the beauty of mathematics and engineering but felt like such a failure. I was always so hard on myself and was a very good chess player when I was young but gave it up because I wasn't among the elite and couldn't give myself credit or have compassion on myself. Lastly, I think back and realize how much my feelings lead my life. I have learned that I can appreciate the gift of my emotionalism but I don't have to believe everything I feel (especially about my self) and I do not have to let my emotions rule my world... because Jesus does that!
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