At first presentation of the problem
The answer came as consensus:
The variable isn't variable at all.
The Straight white line
The cozy monotone box is right.
Now as the bedrock crumbles
And her feet must vary their standing,
We find her path awash with color
And aberrations of determination.
So then X must equal what is needed.
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Hi all.
I have been lonely without poetry. But I'm determined to give it another go.
go for it
ReplyDeleteThere’s determination here. Love it!
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem! Poetry has been lonely without you.
ReplyDeleteWell Done. Welcome back!
ReplyDeleteCertainly give it another go, and with this, your return is well underway.
ReplyDeleteHonored you chose to use my word list as a new beginning ~~ and a good one at that! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYes, life does equal X, which eveyones knows is unknown for the moment until we have worked it out.
ReplyDeleteYou have written an excellent go at another journey with poetry!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem. Welcome back!
ReplyDeleteSometimes the math is simple, but the solution is not.
ReplyDeleteThis is a most witty piece. I enjoyed it greatly.
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