Fractals, porous as the dust specks that illuminate in the evening light. The particles are as words , separate , but together they allow you to see the rays of sunlight that as the June day lasts for a moment before the night cloaks and the fractals of dust disappear.
My father was older too! He was in his 70's when he died in 1968 on my graduation day. I was 18! But my father did see me in my cap and gown for the Baccalaureate.
Beautiful poem. Like bathing in verse. Really lovely. And thanks so much for the mention. Much appreciated. 🤗
Thank you so so much Tara; I loved your piece!
Loved it. During all. Afterwards as well. ✨
This made me smile, thank you <3
If I made you smile, then it was worth it! Have a beautiful day.
Fractals, porous as the dust specks that illuminate in the evening light. The particles are as words , separate , but together they allow you to see the rays of sunlight that as the June day lasts for a moment before the night cloaks and the fractals of dust disappear.
Thanks for reading Richard :)
The rhythm of the poem indeed gives off those sparks of light. Beautifully written and I enjoyed your play on punctuation.
Thank you Michelle, I appreciate your comment. Sending sparks of light your way!
Thank you!
My father was older too! He was in his 70's when he died in 1968 on my graduation day. I was 18! But my father did see me in my cap and gown for the Baccalaureate.
THANK YOU! I'm so glad you liked the use of form
Thank you so much!