Just Life

Tuesdays are for Poetry.

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)

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