My new clogs are iridescent,
Making people stop and stare,
Which doesn’t happen to the other
Shoes that I might wear.
The color’s kind of different
From the way they looked online,
Yet once I tried them on I knew,
Of course, that they’d be mine.
First they’re greenish, then they’re purple,
Like some feathers on a duck.
If you’re trying to describe them,
You’d be mostly out of luck.
For the thing with iridescence
Is the way the colors shift,
Though their very changeability
Helps make my spirits lift.
Categories:
changeability, color,
Form: Rhyme
I let the recurring changeability
Fall to my shoulders, like a lacy shawl.
It wrapped tight the sense of reality,
Telling me to feel miserable and small.
To get warm I light candles and see
My heart burst into flames one more time.
Tomorrow will bring no guarantee
Except for the stony peak I must climb.
At dawn the same sun will wake me up
Though different clouds will cover the sky.
I’ll brew tea in the same porcelain cup
And confront the same, recurring lie…
Categories:
changeability, life, nostalgia, seasons, time,
Form: Rhyme