Kaleidoscopic
In childhood, we saw our tiny world
in brightest kaleidoscopic shades.
There were no greys, only brilliant swirls
of colors that formed vibrant parades
and danced among peridot-green blades.
Our days were varicolored landscapes
of flowers, many sizes and shapes.
We created our secret pathways
dropping blossoms to find our escapes
Childhood's rare world of halcyon days.
As poets, we long to find those times
of innocence and wonders unknown.
We sprinkle colors into our rhymes
But gardens of youth have overgrown
and grey slipped in at edges unsown.
At a fair, is a man making grand
"Kaleidoscopes: Their View Is At Hand!"
As myriad colors of glass spill,
I catch my breath as designs expand
in hues of a world I long for still.
March 10, 2023
for "Word Challenge--K Words Contest"
by Constance La France
howmanysyllables: 9
First Place
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