Kaleidoscopes of Thought
Thoughts formation
Sitting still in leathered chair
By moon’s feathered light
Fingers tapping, dancing ‘cross key’s character
Fevered, hastily noted, toking, smoking,
Chillin’, vibing, reclining under covered porch
Light’s fading feelers extending as sun hides
Another day’s end seen with hopefully wiser eyes
Experience gathered in grayed temples rise
Topics wide, global, personal, trivial, and mundane
Mulled over in introspective refrain
Clarity through creation written, spoken, and whispered
In hushed silence round crowded corners mummers murmur wistfully
What topic, which wonder, kaleidoscopes of thought fragment
Assembled, exploded, imploded, each angle meticulously observed
Metaphors multiply manifold meanings
Selected, reflected, reformed, contextual clues carefully crafted
The poet pens poems guided by lived-in history
Some new, like bright dawn, whilst others murky in deepening dusk
Sliding,
Effortlessly striding,
Flight given to aged silver lining
Together, apart, unified, and dividing
Words with meaning always decrying
Authoritarianism, fanatical fascism, and liars lying
Truth on lips painted and stained
Voices of generations combined in perfect refrain
Masses gathered In peaceful protest yet blamed
The few Misbehaved masked as mobbed flame
Raging and wild, accusations flown round to proclaim
Innocent as guilty, truth as lies, and illusion as pain
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This piece is part of my book The Seven Thunders.
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