Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.027 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.

The Muted Quill

by Richard

−0.7328 − 0.7458i

Drawing the boundary…

Dreams in the Dusk

by Carl Sandburg

−0.7538 − 0.7296i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Muted Quill

by Richard

In Silence — where Verses breathe —
A Screen now — dims the Light —
Where Poetry once trembled soft
Now Pixels — steal the Might —

The Stream — a siren's endless Call —
Displacing Thought and Dream —
Where Verses once would rise supreme —
Now flickers — a vapid Scheme —

How many Poems — never born
Behind the Glowing Pane —
How many Worlds — remain Unsung
Consumed by Digital Reign —

The Poet's Solitude — now rent
By Constant — Fleeting Scenes —
Where Silence bred Imagination
Now Distraction — intervenes —

Dreams in the Dusk

by Carl Sandburg

Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day's close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.

Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day's loss
Wrote in tears the heart's loss.

Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.

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