Monday, February 04, 2008

Fractal Arms

The clock-lady waves a gilded hand:
“Time? Oh, my dear,
there’s plenty of that. It’s not as if
you’re drowning, or on fire.”

Scissoring minutes away like snowflakes
each one unique and irreplaceable
and melting. Under magnification,
a liquid universe.

In a drop of water, leviathans swim
frost giants play among the fractal arms
of a snowflake or a galaxy
and in a single slice of time
suns are born and die.

--from Cafe Writing: drown, gilded, hands, snow, time, magnify


Dale said...


Gemma Wiseman said...

Love the jarring of images in this one!

Perhaps my favourite line must be "scisssoring minutes away like snowflakes". It is sharp and lingering. Feast for the senses!

Smiles and Light

AmbiguityLotus said...

Wow, like Gemma, I love the second stanza because of its nature imagery. Thanks for sharing this! :)

LittleWing said...

timeless snowflakes...awesome!!!

Medhini said...

Reading this piece was really a pleasure. Loved the way you play with words. The phrase 'liquid universe' sounds really interesting.

catherine said...

I loved this. I loved the idea of so much time in the first stanza, and the scissoring snowflakes imagery in the second.