A world upended –
oh, how the mighty are fallen! –
will crash at the slightest touch,
the simplest negation of a nod. How
did her sphere of influence
shrink so small? How came this
significance unsignified? No
neurons carved integrated
pathways, nor relational
infrastructure; all looked
inward, mirror to a tiny
galaxy. Too, too late for
microcosm to expand at the
speed of living’s light; too, too
root-bound to escape the pot.
When molecule drops,
so will all expectations
into the river of the forgotten,
the scum to earthen pond’s
hoary crust of the damned.
Bravo dear, literally this is eclipsing !
Wow – thanks! 😉
One of your best so far. Easily.
Thanks, Rob. The photo completely captivated me. It’s such a mini-me of the world…
Thanks so much! 🙂
The picture is amazing … especially the reflection in that drop … indeed “mirror of a tiny galaxy” … thanks, Mel, for sharing your gifts with the world!
That was a delicious surprise when I took a closer look at that shot at the end of the day… 😉 It definitely spurred on the creativity! Thanks Heidi…
I love those surprises … extras and gracious gifts 🙂
Just like the gift given to my garden today – this area was all under a severe storm watch, with possibility of tornadoes – and we have escaped without a scratch! Very thankful tonight…
So glad you are ok!