Pythian Games

Kaleidoscope

Posted in A Poem a Day, KerryWordsmith by kvwordsmith on May 7th, 2008

The cylinder spins;

The pattern changes.

Myriad bits of broken glass,

Fragile shattered dreams,

Colors bright and dark,

Opaque and clear,

Ever-shifting pieces,

Ever-changing connections.

Lovely, like rose windows,

Or surreal, like Man Ray’s nightmares.

But then, when you least expect it,

Some unseen hand twists the cap,

And the cylinder spins again.

 

By Kerry Vincent © 1990

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  1. Lori said, on May 7th, 2008 at 5:48 pm

    Such is the nature of life as well…

  2. woodnymph said, on May 8th, 2008 at 1:40 pm

    The cylinder rarely stops for long, for if it did, the circle would break.

    Vi

  3. imogen88 said, on May 13th, 2008 at 4:03 am

    Kaleidoscopes are amazing, aren’t they?

  4. cronelogical said, on May 13th, 2008 at 8:45 am

    Exact imagery–I see the colors clearly, Fran

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