Lines and Circles

Not much can be said about lines and circles. At least from an observer''s view. I, the lines, the circles, My eye, the lines, the circles: All in a straight line (with circles). Painters seem to love their Circles Splattered lazily across walls, Turning into half... Circles? And lines... Circles and lines Seem inappropriate at times, those naughty shapes; Like bananas and grapes, they look tasty, I mean, what consists of lines and circles anyways?

Lines are straight and never bent Until they are broken and beaten, Forever with a dent. Circles are round and always bent While thrown across a playing field, Staying where they were sent.

But there is more to the geometry Of lines and circles and lines, and If more lies underneath these things, We can learn from diving deep.

Lines aren't always straightened By rough and hardy hands. Lines outline circles; they become Round strands, elastic bands, and Circles don't always sink into the ground To be picked up By gentle hands. Circles hold a better place As balloons- not circles at all. These circles bare a different shape Than either straight or round; In oval balloons, lines and circles can be found.