Poem fractal

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0.010 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

My Song

by Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr.

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Drawing the boundary…

The Wife of Bath's Tale

by Richard

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

My Song

by Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr.

I sang me a song, a tiny song,
A song that was sweet to my soul,
And set it a-float on the sea of chance
In search of a happy goal.

I said to my song: "Go on, go on
And lodge in a tender spot
Of some human soul where the fires of hate
And selfishness are not."

My song went on but a little space
And hied it back to me;
And fell at my feet in a sorry plight—
The victim of cruelty.

I gazed a moment and quickly saw
Just how it had come about,
A cruel critic had caught my song
And probed the soul of it out.

O, poor indeed is the human mind
(And why was it ever wrought?)
That can thrive on husk in the form of words,
And not on a sturdy thought.

The Wife of Bath's Tale

by Richard

In a town not far from here,
Lived a dame, Alisoun so dear,
Five husbands she had, oh my,
Each one brought her joy, oh why?

Oh, Alisoun, with wit so grand,
Five husbands by your command,
Tales you tell of love and life,
With laughter and a bit of strife!

Once upon a time, they say,
Alisoun met a knight one day,
For his crime, he must repent,
By learning what women want, so spent.

Through woods and fields, they went around,
Seeking truth that must be found,
Women desire sovereignty,
Over their husbands, oh so free.

The knight found a hag, so wise,
Offered her the knight’s prize,
She asked for marriage, bold and true,
The knight, dismayed, what could he do?

They wed, though the knight was scared,
But soon the hag’s wisdom bared,
To his surprise, she turned fair,
Beauty found in love and care.

So here’s to Alisoun, so wise,
With laughter in her bright eyes,
Five husbands taught her well, you see,
In love and life and revelry!

Raise a toast to Alisoun,
With her tales, we all have fun,
In Chaucer’s words, we find delight,
The Wife of Bath, a shining light!

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