Interstellar

A poem written after watching the movie.

Interstellar

Our souls are fractal imprints

of the infinite

recursive patterns

that stretch to Saturn

and echo across eternity

from you to me

through time and space

each one a snowflake

fraction of the face of God.

Reviews

[Maria]

Wow, short yet direct, and in soft tones. Enjoyed it.

[Derek Thiem]

Thanks for reading!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Beautiful, eloquent poem. Delicate with lovely imagery " a snowflake fraction in the face of God"-brilliant line.

[Derek Thiem]

Obviously it's nice to get a positive review, but thank you for also pointing out something specific that worked for you.