Friday, April 24, 2015

Poetry Friday: Why Pi Really Matters

[Gosh, it's been a month since my last post at The Drift Record. How is that possible? Well, I've been blogging over at Books Around the Table. And I've been writing Undersung essays over at Numero Cinq. And we've had the floors refinished at home. And it's been my husband's birthday, and my sister's birthday, and Easter - busy family times. And we've driven down to see our daughter and her family in Eugene. And I've had a book discussion group meeting - had to finish a long book for that. And I've been trying to read all the New Yorkers that are piling up. And I've been writing a poem each day for my writing group - mostly bad poems, but at least spontaneous. And I've been to the dentist three times. And to the doctor's office once: shingle vaccine, tetanus vaccine, pneumonia vaccine. And the optician once. And the audiologist once. And I had one all-day author visit to the school where my son's girlfriend teaches. And I've been binge-watching Bloodlines and The Americans. And and and.]

There's really no excuse, is there? So here is one of my April poem-a-day results. It was inspired by an article in The New Yorker titled "Why Pi Matters." It's always fun, for a change of pace, to pair up formal elements with unbridled goofiness.

A Piece of Pi

Well, first of all, it's sweet.
Especially love those neat
little designs on the crust.
Second, you can trust
it to be good a la mode
or with whipped cream, loads
of either. Third, the hot fruit:

apple, cherry, peach. Fourth: try root
vegetables, parsnips in a chicken pot
or sweet potatoes, pumpkinish, not
potato-y. Fifth, eat a piece right now,

or 3.1459265358 pieces, though how
to decide when to stop is hard. Very
hard. Especially with wild huckleberry.

The Poetry Friday round-up today is being hosted by the marvelous, the fabulous, the ubiquitous Renee LaTulippe over at No Water River. Head over there to see what other people have posted. 


  1. Made my day with this poem, Julie. :) Thanks for the deliciousness and the smile it brought to my face.

  2. Totally thought of you, Jama, as I was posting it!! Glad you enjoyed it.

  3. You hooked me with the first line. Then you reeled me in with "apple, cherry, peach." You damn near killed me with "wild huckleberry." You're cruel!

    I love pie. Pi, not so much. I think I've written multiple posts on pie, and nary a one on pi.

  4. Well, I haven't really written one about Pi either, Diane, unless you count (no pun intended) that 12th line. Or maybe I could just say it's about Pi(e) and the "e" is silent....?

  5. Ha! I love your unbridled goofiness, Julie. And especially this: "Fifth, eat a piece right now,
    or 3.1459265358 pieces, though how
    to decide when to stop is hard." SOOOO good. :)

  6. This poem will be a mentor text for me -- I need to work on rhyming poetry that puts the rhyme in the midst of a thought even though it's at the end of the line. Thank you, Poetry Teacher Extraordinaire! (I'll have a piece of huckleberry pie while I work on this new skill!)

  7. Thanks, Michelle - I nave to say that when I got the idea for how to insert Pi into Pie, I smiled. glad you liked it, too.

  8. Mary Lee, I feel like half the fun of Poetry Friday is seeing who enjoys the post. And BTW, you don't need to learn from me - you're a fine poet!!

  9. I love pie and I love poetry, so what could be better than a delicious poem about pie? Not a thing!

  10. Hi Julie! Welcome back! No need for excuses - though I did love reading them. Hehe. Love the pi(e)!