There is beauty in repetition, the eye leaping
From part to part and back, noting the spaces apart.
I have spent minutes gazing at the even pattern
Of knot-holes in a pine floorboard, measuring the tree.
A flight of summer birds in the pale of yellow autumn
Transfixes me with their precision: beads strung but no thread.
Crack open a geode to see the hidden lattice of crystals,
Brilliant and various, self-replicating in quiet complexity of self.
More beautiful than these: the small repetitions of you and me
Words breathed in the dark, the same words, the same deeds of love.
Margaret Bednar shares her images of natural crystals in her Artistic Interpretations Challenge at The Imaginary Garden.
My couplets are inspired by the work of sister-poet, Kenia Cris. Do yourselves a favour and read everything she writes.