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
I use C L Couch when writing formally because it is a version of my name that's genderless. And, frankly, easier for handwriting--I have a severe writer's cramp. In conversation, I go by Christopher, having been named for the boy who had the poly bear and finally being (achieving) fine with that. I use small Xes all the time because WordPress won't let me cut and paste the text from my program page to this one. (Grrrrrr.) I am a career educator, 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 my friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at Thank you, lookers, hearers.--Christopher
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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.