Iridescence
Of carnival glass
Sky turning from dusk to dark
Iris colors blending when
The eye carries a tear
Colors when they coalesce
Cannot make up their mind(s)
Which color might win
And not one color has to
Iridescence
Of carnival glass
Sky turning from dusk to dark
Iris colors blending when
The eye carries a tear
Colors when they coalesce
Cannot make up their mind(s)
Which color might win
And not one color has to
My name is Christopher. I use C L Couch because it is a form of my name that's genderless and easier to write out. I have severe writer's cramp. I am a career educator and writer. I also enjoy (other) fine arts. I am semi-retired due to disability. I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). The main photographs at this site (of the road, of me) were crafted by photographer and friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at http://www.debradanielson.com/.
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April 29, 2016 at 7:27 am
Ooooh!! What a lovely lovely poem about another mystery of light. 🙂
April 29, 2016 at 2:46 pm
I’m happy for your response, Rosema. My sister collects and sells carnival glass, and we were talking the other day about what a lovely word iridescence is. As you say, it is a mystery.