A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.

MATRYOSHKA

Profound yet simple
Fractal cell,
Within, without
Each nesting shell,
I am one,
And one the same,
But answer to
Another name,
And wearing but
The thinnest veil,
Identity,
Disguised by scale,
I exist
As large or small,
As heart or home,
Throughout them all.

4 comments:

Yoli said...

Stunning.

Guest said...

Wow - thank you Yoli - clues are all around us, wouldn't you agree?
Thanks for your visit.

Leofina Jane said...

"I am one,
And one the same,
But answer to
Another name,
And wearing but
The thinnest veil,
Identity,
Disguised by scale..."

- now, you got me thinking Tim, :-)
great thoughts...as always.

ellumbra said...

Ah! Thank you sweet Jane - so lovely to have you flutter by.
Been doing a lot of thinking of late . . .