Prism
Prism
A myriad rainbow of candy-striped
Colours come streaming and
Screaming, uncalled for, unbidden.
Choose one colour ,
One pattern of consciousness.
But each is alone, isolated, insistent,
Cascading beautifully to conclusion,
No interlocking or blurred blending.
How to thread the beauty together,
How to reunite the oneness of being?
A prism splits me, spills me
And I cannot find a vessel
Big enough, secure enough
To gather me together.
©Bernie Delaney
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2 Comments
JulesPaige
I can relate to this. Often family (different colors) want to split your whole into fragments.
I have to believe that I can fix my whole, without their caustic help.
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Thank you so much for commenting Jules. I am glad that you found the poem relatable, it means a lot.