Aced Days & Decades

Kaleidoscope eyes the rarest,

colors exasperating explosions,

incrementing to each corner

of me,

I think I’ve found 

love at first sight,

(cliched a couple times)

but only for for a minute,

60 seconds,

a glimpse,

traveling through the years

pieced in the patterns of irises

and expanding pupils,

elevating percussion

inside me,

but if that can conceive 

aced days,

then what about a few decades?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. The description made me think and you create some good visions.
"traveling through the years
pieced in the patterns of irises
and expanding pupils,"
I like poetry that end with a question. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[demureminds]

Thank you, glad you liked it!

[Tai Ryens]

Connections between kaleidoscopes and windows to the soul; not a concept I've seen in the year I have hung about on this sight. Nonetheless, clever, amazing, original, and by far something that should be read in place of all these teenage ranting (though, in my humblest opinion, have you started off with a strained idea once again? Hehe).

[demureminds]

Haha no I actually wrote the middle first then went up and fixed the beginning so I guess that's why it's a little off haha. Thanks!

[Tai Ryens]

Perhaps you should have re-positioned and placed the middle int he beginning?
My pleasure~