Today's poet

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Originally Posted by neil wootton

Hallo poetry peeps, heres another pile of twaddle

Snowflake

A self coloured sky
six billion unrepeatable patterns
slumping through, along
six billion imagined paths
cascade at the rate of clotted ash

One rests in my palm its
fractal edges losing form
receding now to a globular core
no two lives are the same

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Like it NW. In fact there's a lot of 'poetry' falling now in the N/ Pennines as I type.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Head still aching with the pace of January
Inspiration in a far off land
I enjoy the fruits of fell poets labour
With a glass of wine in hand!

Bottom ups!

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I hope by now that glass is empty, cos you know my views on emptiness:D:D

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

winter daybreak sky
charcoal and scarlet melange
one giant bruise

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I like that DT. You were obviously feeling more poetic than me at 7 this morning. I saw a similar melange (had to get the dictionary out too Hes) but could only muster thoughts of "ooh - that's nice" :)

THE moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf ears cannot hear it.

So long as man clamours for the I and the Mine, his works are as naught:
When all love of the I and the Mine is dead, then the work of the Lord is done.
For work has no other aim than the getting of knowledge:
When that comes, then work is put away.

The flower blooms for the fruit: when the fruit comes, the flower withers.
The musk is in the deer, but it seeks it not within itself: it wanders in quest of grass.

Kabir

That's definately not twaddle Neil; I like your images. Fractal edges made it for me.

http://amath.colorado.edu/outreach/d...l/fractal2.gif

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Originally Posted by neil wootton

Hallo poetry peeps, heres another pile of twaddle

Snowflake

A self coloured sky
six billion unrepeatable patterns
slumping through, along
six billion imagined paths
cascade at the rate of clotted ash

One rests in my palm its
fractal edges losing form
receding now to a globular core
no two lives are the same

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Originally Posted by freckle

your poems have a real gentleness and sophistication Neil I am really enjoying them so please post more...think this might be another one for the wall...i love the last line, you are so right! and if people would only remember that point I think there would be a lot more tolerance and understanding in the world as well as appreciation of the beauty of our uniqueness as individuals ( a bit like each snowflake!)....i thought it was all very symbolic....magnificent!

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Elequent point well made there Freckle. :)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

That's definately not twaddle Neil; I like your images. Fractal edges made it for me.

http://amath.colorado.edu/outreach/d...l/fractal2.gif

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Oooooooooooooooooooooo....harry where did you get THAT from....i like...a lot.... !!!! (sorry wine and cheese and onion crisps taking their toll now!!!!)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Head still aching with the pace of January
Inspiration in a far off land
I enjoy the fruits of fell poets labour
With a glass of wine in hand!

Bottom ups!

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Cheers

http://spicybrat.files.wordpress.com...e-overflow.jpg

I have in my possession
The largest packet of cheese and onion crisps
Exquisite in their
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crunch after salty crunch!
Aye....bit of lazy poetry for yer .....:D

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Originally Posted by freckle

Oooooooooooooooooooooo....harry where did you get THAT from....i like...a lot.... !!!! (sorry wine and cheese and onion crisps taking their toll now!!!!)

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That's what my brain feels like sometimes.

Just Google "fractal". Some beautiful piccies from some very clever maths.