Poem fractal

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To the Birds

by William Philpot

0.1303 + 0.7924i

Drawing the boundary…

Echoes of Elara

by Richard

0.1242 + 0.8111i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

To the Birds

by William Philpot

Ye happier souls, I hark your reboant song,
I mark your sweep and swoop so strong o' the wing;
Whene'er the Spirit whirls your car along,
Ye wheel round all creation while ye sing.
Then for your choice of phrase, if right, if wrong,
To this—what need that any heed ye bring?
Image and utterance round your theme will throng,
And dance, to measure due self-marshalling.
While I, too care-beclawed, of claims the prey,
Can all too seldom lend my soul her swing;
Nor can I walk in poesy's sweet way,
Except by luck and wily time-serving;
And then, when I can somewhere steal apart,
I fail to find what words best tally with my heart.

Echoes of Elara

by Richard

In the shadows of our memories, where the twilight gently falls,
I see your face, a fleeting trace, in the echoes of these halls.
You were my starlight, my guiding flame, in the darkness of my night,
Now I'm left with whispers, shadows and a ghostly, fading light.

Elara, can you hear me calling through the rain?
Elara, can you feel the sorrow and the pain?
In the silence, I remember all we shared,
Elara, in my heart, you're still there.

We danced upon the precipice, where the edge met the abyss,
Every touch, a sweet caress, every word, a tender kiss.
But time, it has no mercy, it steals away the dreams,
Now I'm lost in endless searching, through the fragments of our schemes.

The photographs are fading, the letters turning grey,
But the love we had still lingers, it will never slip away.
Though the seasons keep on changing, and the years may come and go,
Elara, in my soul, you'll forever glow.

In the whispers of the night-time, in the dawn's first tender light,
I hear your voice, a haunting song, calling through the night.
Though the world keeps on turning, and new loves come to play,
In the corners of my heart, you'll always stay.

Elara, my eternal, my sweet serenade,
Though you've gone, the love remains, it will never fade.
Elara, in the echoes of our past,
You'll be my first, my only, my last.

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