{"id":139390,"date":"2023-09-03T01:37:55","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T05:37:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=139390"},"modified":"2023-09-03T01:38:04","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T05:38:04","slug":"kaleidoscope-hour-17","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/kaleidoscope-hour-17\/","title":{"rendered":"Kaleidoscope – Hour 17"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nothing seems more magical<\/p>\n

to a child<\/p>\n

than to spend<\/p>\n

some hours<\/p>\n

with a kaleidoscope.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Endless magical scenes<\/p>\n

unfold as the colors<\/p>\n

roll and twist and dissolve<\/p>\n

one into another.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

There may once have been<\/p>\n

a purpose for them,<\/p>\n

but now we only know<\/p>\n

them as children\u2019s toys<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

that adults will sneak away<\/p>\n

and play with themselves<\/p>\n

until they are caught and<\/p>\n

must give it back.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The effortless blending<\/p>\n

of colors relaxes the mind<\/p>\n

the way we now use white noise<\/p>\n

or fly over undulating landscapes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Somewhere I have<\/p>\n

a beautiful kaleidoscope<\/p>\n

I bought for myself. Smooth<\/p>\n

wooden stand and brass wheel.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To use it today brings back<\/p>\n

memories of the caves<\/p>\n

full of rubies, sapphires and diamonds<\/p>\n

I read in \u201cThe White Cat\u201d,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In a slower time,<\/p>\n

at a leisurely pace<\/p>\n

that didn\u2019t have to end<\/p>\n

until I wanted it to.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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