He Is Prism Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

He Is Prism



He is prism

He is the pyramid
See through, light gets in
It diverts, weighs, thick, rich
Then condensed, colors, shades
Far apart, varied range
He now is a prism.

How can one count on him?
He varies when behaves…
Chameleon in the sun
Caterpillar on a bud

He’s prism…

Who is he?
You know him.

Saturday, May 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: charm
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