She constructs the moment life went awry,
when she tunneled into the kaleidoscope
became obsessed with patterns
colors, pretty pictures, glitter.
Vapor trails of years in a rearview mirror
tracing miles behind, self-knowledge honed too late.
On good days, she dances, sings songs, celebrates.
On bad days, knowledge is not illusory.
It dives in upon her as prey:
talons and beak shredding protective layers
so she is riddled with regret.
end 12/2/2016
S. Darlington
Now that’s incredibly descriptive. Beautiful. Such opposites working off each other. Delightful.
Thank you!
Your welcome. Loved it!
Particularly like ‘Vapor trails of years in a rearview mirror.’ Also there’s nothing intrinsically wrong with pretty pictures and glitter. I hope not anyway ;).
Nothing wrong at all, as long as you don’t become too mesmerized. 😉
ps Thank you! 🙂