Ragged leaf veils
geometrical precision:
butterfly eggs.
In case anyone cares what sort of leaf it is, it’s a kiwi leaf, and the ones above are grape vines. And there is, indeed, something odd about the chaotic tumble of vines juxtaposed with the tiny perfect arrangement of insect eggs.
don't confuse the narrator 
Love the poem and the photo…I also noted the spider web with a similar pattern as the kiwi leaf….thanks for this.
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The patterns & contrasts of the natural world are incredible at times. Thanks for reading & commenting.
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Really enjoyed this,
Peace,
Laz
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Glad you like it. Thanks for dropping by & commenting.
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So what does the clichéd phrase “geometrical precision” mean or achieve here, other than filling up the same number of syllables as the concrete imagery of the other two lines added together (which constitutes arithmetical precision)? Hmm?
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Hmm.
How about:
It stuffs all those syllables into two big words, like butterfly eggs crammed together into tight rows.
or:
It uses ugly big technical words to describe the natural world, thereby mimicking the juxtaposition of man’s structured and measured view of things with our (inaccurate) expectations of unfathomable nature.
or, maybe:
It reduces the wonders of nature to a clichéd formula.
No doubt there are other possibilities.
(Thanks for reading and commenting!)
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