Tinker Posted April 27, 2022 Share Posted April 27, 2022 I Don't Know What to Call It Please don't think me crazy or delusional but I've had this thing with numbers since I learned how to count. It has remained with me to this day. In my mind, each digit takes on a personality and a story plays out before me depending on the equation. I most relate to the number Four. She is me. Don't ask, I don't have an answer. Six is her hero, they are often lovers seeking to be together. Seven is the antagonist, forever spoiling the plot. I've grown to hate him over the decades. And Three is a critical old woman, (Six's mother) you know, the bad mother in law. Should I say more? The number Five is an irritating nit that just gets in the way all of the time, like a little brother. The wise woman is the number Eight. She is a shape changer. I could go on but then you might put me in the looney bin. There is no word for this, it has evolved as I matured but hasn't gone away. It is not deliberate, I don't call it up. It just happens and the dramedy goes on. By the way, I was never good at math. ~~Judi Van Gorder April 27 prompt: “Define” or “explain” something difficult, like a feeling or abstract concept… 1 Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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