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Roses Are Red…

by Alumni Posts on February 11, 2011

in Academics,Campus Community

Fontbonne seems to have a great deal of interesting professors. A favorite among the student body is Dr. Jason Sommer. He has the typical professor look as he is always rockin’ a sweater. I wanted to see if the hype over Dr. Sommer was with good reason, so I enrolled in his poetry writing class this semester. The class is formatted in a work-shop style as two lucky students get their poems critiqued every week. We also read and discuss many professional works, including Sommer’s. I thought I would show one of my poems, about my Rubik’s cube — go ahead, get your laughs out….

Alright, here is the first draft of last week’s work.

Repetition’s Reward

Representation of challenge.
A timeless symbol of perceived intelligence.
Trimmed in black with smooth plastic seams.
Lines laying south, and running west.
The six faces of color divided, and dispersed.
All resting together in a hands hold,
And furnished for fidgety fingers.

Movements of clockwork of a day’s light never saved.
Rotations racing to cross the right finish line.
Pearl white as a starting block,
For hours lost in a marathon of fascination.
Completion has never been so desired,
But the destination is only a mirage.
And luck, luck is fleeting and misleading.
Frustrations arise from a journey taken in circle.
Square one comes and cubes,
To the many who try and conquer.

Determination can spark new hope,
As failure extinguishes great flames once lit.
A method to solve the mystery is found.
A single answer to all questions.
Patterns, like fingertip dance moves.
Call it ‘The Rubik Repetition’.

The colors begin to come together.
Movements desegregate the diversity.

And completion waits,
After precise pivots.
The finale approaches,
And the finish line appears.

An orchestrated symphony,
Of motor skills and fingers finesse.
The commotion seems of catastrophe,
But the memorized moves return success.
The cube is solved,
The puzzle has been mastered.

So there it stands,
High on it’s pedestal of triumph.
An engineered toy of perfect craft.
Deceiving the unknowing witness,
Of it’s true simplistic nature.
To solve is to know.
And to complete, is to understand.

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