Dream the Kaleidoscope
Come inside a writer's mind.
I imagine myself to be like a kaleidoscope,
colors morphing into shapes and beings
all made through refraction and motion.
Each glass bead dances to a different tune—
the yellow to cast a fragmented star,
the red to envelop a supernova igniting,
the blue to call back a tide too wild.
My imagination alights with fancies
like the varied spin of those shards
shifting against tiny rotating mirrors.
The colors don't matter as much to me—
because green can soothe or erupt,
just as orange can enliven or mellow—
and I know moods can shift just the same.
But each etching in my head delights
even though the doing can infuriate
as I try to capture images in words.
Pulling out each piece, pristine,
might be like trying to catch a shadow
or freeze the kaleidoscope in frames
for later inspection and dissection.
The things I pen never seem to match
the people and settings populating
every room within my thoughts' confines.
But I shift the view again, the angle,
the way the light joins the dark,
and every fleeting glimpse tells me
there's still so much to learn.
Still, I take my time as the vessel
for the tales meant to come alive
whenever I'm ready to take part.
About the Creator
Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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