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.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
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…
Simple incredible.
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!