in a bunch
a fraction of the skin
of yellow bananas
turns speckling brown spots
ripening in haste,
multiplying in shades
darkening over the days in platter
as freckles on my cheeks
(visible patterns)
tiny as spiralling dots
(not as wild as sunflower seeds)
as crow's feet & wrinkles under my eyes
(growing webbed lines, creased by wind-)
burn under summer sun
(infinity plays in my mind)
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Fractuals, hosted by Lisa Fox. My post was inspired by looking at the bananas, which is ripening so fast in summer.
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Grace, I love the intimacy of your poem and how you formatted it. Such luscious details of the decay found in infinity, one fraction at a time. <3
ReplyDeleteI really understood the parallels as the pidm grew....how true, how so very true...stunning verse....
ReplyDeleteoh no I meant poem...
DeleteInfinity has many faces, indeed! Beautifully portrayed!
ReplyDeleteBravo. Nice one. Luv the juxtapositions
ReplyDeleteMuch💚love
Lovely use of the prompt theme. :)
ReplyDeleteFreckled fractals! Love it, Grace.
ReplyDeleteInfinity played in my mind after reading this. Brilliant job.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful expression of each common object to create a sense of the overall pattern of life!
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