Singly #1

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A single pear
Image by pablo102 from Pixabay
It’s a numbers game
You gotta play to lose
Plenty of fish in the sea
3.5 trillion give or take 3
Well you’ll always be alone thinking like that
But 1 is a prime number and I’m prime with that
(actually it’s not)
You could join me and her, a throuple of sorts
1 69?  No, thanks I’m fine.
You’ll think differently, when you reach an age like me
And at exactly what age does the womb dry up?
It’s not me, it’s biology
And childbearing is all the definition of me
Exactly, though I won’t say it aloud

I’m not lonely being alone
The loneliest number is one, when it’s with another
Free to be me, to judge my own inadequacies 
Pump my own tires, hear my own accolades
Would a 1 + 1 be nice?  Of course
It would do more than suffice to have a full 100% of another
To add my 100% as cover
And we together would be 
100

This was for a dVerse prompt: Write about numbers.

There are numerous ways to respond to the prompt. Here are some ideas to work with.

  1. Pen a poem about your favourite number or lucky number.
  2. Honour or highlight a number that holds meaning for you like a birthday, anniversary, meaningful event, personal milestone, the number of times you have done something or something has happened.
  3. Write of numbers in general (mathematical concepts such as counting, measurement, geometry).
  4. Use many numbers within your poem to emphasize another theme or message.
  5. How does a particular number makes you feel and why?
  6. Personify a number, taking inspiration from Harry Baker.
  7. Play with a nursery rhyme such as “One, Two, Buckle My Shoe” and make it your own.

I hope you enjoy!

Published by authorstew

C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca

15 thoughts on “Singly #1”

  6. I heard this poem in my head as a rap, Stew, and these lines resonated with
    me:

    ‘I’m not lonely being alone
    The loneliest number is one, when it’s with another
    Free to be me, to judge my own inadequacies’.

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