Tuesdays are for Poetry.

from this morning’s walk – couldn’t resist the tumble of colors
You can’t stop turning it round and round,
stained glass shaken and fallen
thought the kaleidoscope of years —
every twist a patterned whorl, story
of petalled flowers or shattered world —
and if you keep turning, another tale unfolds,
kind or cruel, same facts mirrored
through other minds, other times —
and every refracted look is another life,
this handful of ruby and emerald shards.
– Robin Chapman (from Six True Things)

10 thoughts on “Tuesdays are for Poetry.

  1. I think that's a great analogy for the things that happen to us in life and how, if we just keep turning it around and looking at it from a different direction, it will get better and more beautiful.

Comments are closed.