These days seem to preclude a circle of love.
Iced out. Proliferation of guns. Political strife.
Mathemeticians associate Pi with a circle
3.14159 and on and on . . . seemingly out of reach.

Some cite three-hundred-sixty degrees.
Others lecture three points required.
So many different opinions
can the circle be truly delineated?

How to create a circle of love then,
much less define the shape itself.
Perhaps when two people embrace?
When a family of four gathers round a campfire?

Elderly person sitting alone
waits for a visit, never to come.
But guardian angels gather round
faces remembered, comfort in faith.

Circles take effort to make.
One person reaching out.
More than mathematical equations,
perhaps circles are matters of the heart?

NAPOWRIMO Day 27. Prompt: Write a poem in which all the verses contain the same number of lines (whether couplets, triplets, quatrains, etc.) and in which you give the reader instructions of some kind.

In our family, the tradition since our children were very young, has been to sing The Circle of Love as our table grace before our suppers. Hence, the pondering on what is a circle; and how to make a circle. Click here for a recent poem about our Circle of Love tradition. Image by Speedy McVroom from Pixabay