Friday, August 14, 2015


better obscurity
than the scrutiny
of examining eyes
this kaleidoscope of our own
broken pieces held
up to the light

some will see beauty
some pain and waste
from the rainbow of color
and jagged edges

tumbling as we turn
to the next catastrophe
or epiphany
the mirrored hall of scattered
dreams, tattered triumphs

the spare glory days
conjured with the turn
of a hand illuminating
the bits and beads
the shards of yesterday
the loose ends

the arbitrary patterns
of bliss and blunder roll
to reflect our tunnel vision until
the fractured light shows us
the mismatched fragments

wedded and welded
by shade and color
our sharp edges salt water sanded
to a sea glass satin
yet ever-changing

to those who look into this lens with wisened eyes

Barry DeCarli
August 13, 2015*
Revised August 25, 2017 On South Street Easthampton
*On Hammond Pond, Goshen MA
©2015 Barry DeCarli

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