This is my entry;
A droplet; child of a drip;
Liquid world gliding to a stop
Full with dust, fungus and tiny worlds
Building stars and flower bulbs
Amidst terraced spaces and mazes.
Lost but for the lust of life
Singing between the veins of every tier.
Fractals; fractured lenses viewing
A drip drop of water dropping
From a broken sky, from heaven.
Nature rebuilding after the war;
Fireflies fractured into light bulbs
And bright gases exploding like fireworks,
Like meteors crashing, clashing;
Like a war just beginning.
Pictures broken like frames, glasses
After a fight; a drop of tear holding germs,
Regrets, dust and fears; imploding,
Exploding, implying pain withholding relief.
Pictures perfect, beautiful rendition
Of broken pain and a new world.
RE: Fractal Writing Contest #6, and winners of the previous one.