As I look through the shaft
all I see is the separation of every colour mixed so skilfully
red for the fury, I carry inside,
green for the colour of my eyes, the tears they hide
blue for the sadness, for what was not meant to be
yellow for the dangers surrounding me
purple for the cardinal sins
gold for the once worn rings
silver for the betrayals, no change received
orange for the hot sun's passion burning my skin
black for the calling of the deep
turn the kaleidoscope for a remix of the coloured shards
no matter how beautifully they merge, in life's kaleidoscope
the colours remain the same, the colours remain the same...
always the same, in my kaleidoscope
feedback van andere lezers
nice poem, i like colours :)
killea: thanks, marc
killea: Thank you Noel
Youcould leave sentence two out of the first part, and then go on further with the colours,,,very apealing to the painter in me!
killea: Will have a look and see, thank you for your great FB
I'm not much of a color fan but definately one of your writing.
killea: you know the colours are metaphors, and the repetition in last lines are the turning of the kaleidoscope. Thanks for great feedback, Bert
I love colours!
killea: Thank you, Jan
killea: Thank you, Greta
beautiful colours June!!!
also my way of looking at the world
killea: thank you, Jamal
kleuren doen ook mij heel wat.
killea: Thnks again, b engel
I like kaleidoscopes! As a child, it could keep me silent for hours, always turning around and around. The mixture of those colours, always different, but still the same...
killea: Thank you Fairy.
nice writen kaleidoscope
of life! Nice poem too
killea: Many thanks, JakobRo