Kaleidoscope

M.E.M.

A world of color, twisting and reflecting. Have you ever held a kaleidoscope up to the light the smallest of things intrigue you. Life is like an ever-shifting kaleidoscope, a slight change, and all patterns alter. 

 

The human mind is an odd thing, so little, yet so vast. Life a never-ending timeline of choices. You go down a street and see two ice-cream shops. One holds five options, one of them being chocolate. The other holds 15, also one of them being chocolate. You go to the store that has 15 choices and in the end choose chocolate. Why? We are overwhelmed and choose the more comfortable route.

 

A kaleidoscope is a tube containing mirrors and pieces of colored glass, whose reflections produce changing patterns when the tube is rotated. A constantly changing pattern or sequence. This is life, a transition of major events. 

- The Explorer

- Martin Luther King Jr.

- The Persian Gulf War

- Desert Storm

- The first steps on the moon

Sparks of pitch black — vivid white.

 

These events shaped and altered history. The colors of history at its brightest and dullest moments. They all matter. And you, you are the gleam that is there through it all. With every turn of the kaleidoscope, with every pattern there is humanity. Standing tall through it all.

 

Some would say, “Life is a gift that keeps on giving.” I say, life it a kaleidoscope, twisting and turning, shaping and coloring. Then you become the full and true you. Respect it, or life will alter your perspective once again.

  • Author: M.E.M. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2021 11:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: Created in 2017. This is kind of a different style of poem, but I would still classify it as a poem. Comments are welcome!!
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • Fay Slimm.

    Deeply moving this view on life and its changing patterns my friend - -- agreed that we either cope with change or maybe never find our true self in the daily kaleidoscope.



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