Thus one was inspired by Robyn's Mom...

Today's post b3gins with a fractal called Roses for Mother since it was Robyn's Mom who inspired the work. She once said: "you're so talented and creative--why can't you clean up after yourself?" and I was off and running. In the end I think it expresses the frustration that parents often feel with their children. And, as you can see--I've also been writing silly doggerel for many, many years. (I've also been doing strange things with capitalization . . .)

Can you hear my silent song?

A chordless melody

Can you reach the farthest star

And bring it down to me?

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Can you say some garbled words

That cast a Spell of Love?

Can you climb the Stair of Smoke

That leads to Realms Above?

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Can you see the Mystic Jewel,

The Key to the Crystal Maze?

Can you shine a Bacon Light

To penetrate the Haze?

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Now can you move the World for me

And make the Sun stand still?

Then can you turn the Moon to cheese

And then go eat your fill?

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My dear your gifts are great enough

To halt onrushing Doom.

But though you do these won'd'rous things

Why can't you clean your room?

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