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| from this morning’s walk – couldn’t resist the tumble of colors |
Memory
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)
mere-et-filles 
That is the perfect poem to accompany a lovely waterlogue! I really like how those bits of pink make an appearance.
The jumble of colors is so beautiful and the poem matches so perfectly.
Great fit. Love "refracted look." That is so often how we do look at everything!
Wonderful Mary. And so true.
A great pairing of words and a photo! Those colors are just beautiful!
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.
I love the use of stained glass. We past a church [very frequently] on Sunday that had the neatest stained glass window.
So lovely! I love Poetry on Tuesdays . . . XO
Beautiful pairing…so many colors in both the poem and the Waterlogue. Thank you!Cheers~
Oh beautiful! Both photo and poem! Thank you!