**Teaching and writing mathematics have drawn JoAnne Growney to write poems that use mathematical imagery in a variety of ways. Included here (below) are** "**Good Fortune,****" "****Changing Colors"**** ****and "Geometry Demonstration."** You may also link to "San Antonio, January, 1993" or "Can a Mathematician See Red?"

** Another source of math-poetry links is an article, ****MATHEMATICS IN POETRY, published Ocober 2006 in JOMA. Also, you may find math-poetry by poets other than JoAnne at the link THEIR math poems--which includes titles and links to some of JoAnne's favorites of OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS that use mathematical imagery --and Math forms poems--which includes math-poetry ideas related to poetic structure. **

**Good Fortune**

is good numbers --

the length of a furrow,

the count of years,

the depth of a broken heart,

the cost of camouflage,

the volume of tears.

**Changing Colors**

Blue

yoyo --

awkwardly

stopping / starting,,

rising / plummeting,

seeking self-control. Please,

mother-friend-lover-child, don't

pull string. Let me collect myself.

I climb high above the treetops,

soar with the golden eagle,

linger on fleecy clouds.

My path encircles

other orbits --

powerful,

yellow

sun.

In CHANGING COLORS the numbers of syllables in consecutive lines

are consecutive positive integers. Here we have

1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8--8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1.

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**Geometry Demonstration**

Yesterday, some visitors

interrupted geometry class --

angry voices raged around the room,

unwilling to stay caged within my head

while I spoke enthusiastically

of axioms of incidence,

placements of parallels,

numbers of degrees

in the angles of rectangles.

*Wake up. This is not difficult --*

*no hungry mouths to feed, no*

*bleeding wounds to heal. Adopt *

*a polygonal attitude. Examine*

*an assumption. Abandon the postulate *

*that says, *don't ever question*.*

*You were not born knowing.*

*Your mind won't get dirty*

*on a tangent of hyperbolic thought.*

*Open up. *

*Let one eye watch*

*the parallels*

*that meet.*

*Shift to a point*

*of perspectivity.*

*Draw those lines*

*that cross*

*at your heart.*

My students ignored these stirring voices,

so I dismissed them and went on--

rightly coaxing obtuse angles

to square up

and respond.

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** You also may link to ****"A Mathematician's Nightmare" or "My Dance is Mathematics"**** ****(a poem to honor algebraist Emmy Noether).**** ****These latter poems are included in a lovely little collection**** ****of mathematical poems,**** ****My Dance is Mathematics****; a printing error caused the second printing to be recalled by Paper Kite Press, but paper copies are availble from JoAnne and the poems are online HERE. **