a kaleidoscope––
prisms of you turning
into river water
Published by
Mary Rand Hess
Mary Rand Hess lives in Northern Virginia and is blessed with a supportive husband and two, gregarious sons. She is a writer of poetry, fiction, children's stories, and screenplays. Her work has been featured in such publications as Simply Haiku, LYNX, Sabine Magazine, Innervisions, and The Connection.
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kaleidoscope…
it moves, motionless
a green light
kaleidoscope
letting me let myself
go to pieces
reaching
for the rainbow…
windstorm
ripples
my face
dances
little hands dropping
colorful bits and pieces
new kaleidoscope
colors of the rainbow
down the hourglass —
sand trickles
mary,
this is a beautiful poem. one of those
rare haiku that ascends into poetry.
way to go.
statuesque bod
melting in a kaleidoscope…
last nights fallen snow