Prism

My world is spun

in luscious colors

that can’t be counted

in words.

Its shades bewilder

my fantasies

as I say and do.

The beauty is almost

too much,

and I choke.

 

Kaleidoscope spins

and whirls

in prism wheels

of iridescence.

I fall into the sky

and find

my fantasies flying frantically

from my arms.

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

Beautiful imagery Eve I loved kaleidoscopes as a kid lol. This is so creatively penned. Keep em' coming young poetess