Fractals then and now

Posted on 03/19/2020 | 28 Comments

mama done told me

it was yesteryear

the memory clear

a sense of déjà vu

the world in throes

of societal woes

is it noise or silence

that makes history repeat

itself?

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #127

-Eugenia

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28 responses to “Fractals then and now”

  1. Sadje | 03/19/2020 at 7:48 pm |

    Your poem is absolutely spot on. A touch of mystery with dejavu!

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  3. michnavs | 03/19/2020 at 9:57 pm |

    This is beautiful Eugenia

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  4. Rhen Laird | 03/19/2020 at 10:10 pm |

    A question well worth a ponder, Eugenia. Nice work!!

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  5. Reena Saxena | 03/20/2020 at 12:40 am |

    The silence and noise both make one think of war. There are no bombs and guns, but fear for life is the same.

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  6. Reena Saxena | 03/20/2020 at 12:41 am |

    Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:

    Fractals then and now…by Eugenia

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  8. angelswhisper2011 | 03/20/2020 at 5:29 am |

    Great poem, Eugenia and the mandala is beautiful too😸Pawkisses for a Happy Healthy Weekend🐾😽💞

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  9. Debbie D. | 03/20/2020 at 11:23 am |

    A timely poem for these troubled times. Well done, Eugenia! 👏👏👏 Your words would make good song lyrics.

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  10. Sandee | 03/20/2020 at 4:30 pm |

    Spot on as usual.

    Have a fabulous day and weekend, Eugenia. ♥

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  12. Indira | 03/26/2020 at 2:02 pm |

    Wow! Nice take. ‘ is it noise or silence

    that makes history repeat

    itself?’
    Silence before the storm, perhaps.

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  13. msjadeli | 03/26/2020 at 2:14 pm |

    This and that composes the bits traveling along the cyclicity of things. Good poem, Eugi.

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