Kaleidoscope
I’m just trying to figure out how to function in this chaos,
but everything is out of order.
My brain has been scattered like light through a kaleidoscope,
Too many shapes and too many colors.
I can’t keep up with it all.
I can see everything I need and want to do.
But nothing is whole.
I see yellow, blue, and red,
But then they become purples, greens, and oranges.
I see triangles and squares,
But then they become pentagons, hexagons, heptagons, octagons…
I need to close my eyes.
I close my eyes
But I just feel instead of see.
So many pieces and possibilities, a puzzle without perfection: perfect.
But perfect is imperfect and imperfect is perfect: a paradox, impossible.
So I’m left with nothing but semblance and shattered sight
But it’s not over, I still have Time;
The enemy of all, my only friend.
November 5, 2024 at 11:54 am
I really like the continuous metaphor of the kaleidoscope to represent the writer’s thoughts. It resonated very deeply, the idea that thoughts are more so overwhelming abstract shapes at times as opposed to cohesive whole. I quite enjoyed the last stanza, the first three lines especially. The alliteration with the p’s in all three lines, and s in the third line reads really well.