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I saw a rainbow once
When very young
In a film
It glowed, bright colours, not reality
There was a pot of gold
I heard a song
Judy - an angel's voice
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Still unreal
A child searching
Went to the park
Every day
To the Rainbow Bridge
It did not glow
There was no song
I asked my mother
Why Rainbow?
She said: use your mind
There is a shape, a dream
Add your own colours
Remember Iris
So I learned that
Rainbows come in all colours
But only one shape
I see rainbows now
Real across the waters
Dreaming in my mind
Single and fragile
Double luminous glows
Sometimes there are ones that show
The end, the gold
Hope, joy, laughter and tears
In colours
Remembering Richard Of York
Gained Battles In Vain
Tears after rain
Sometimes I see a brightness
Sometimes darkness
Overwhelms
Behind the clouds
There are always
Colours
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A lovely, deceptively simple piece, Mimi, with a powerful ending.
birds fly there Mimi...
thank you for your delicate silk imagery...
and you know I had not thought much about the shape, only the colours, although the shape must be a pure aureola I guess...
"I see rainbows now
Real across the waters
Dreaming in my mind
Single and fragile
Double luminous glows...." very beautiful
yes mimi,delicate as always, do you work with lace?
an incandescent serpent's curves winding through all history, cultural history and personal history
and lot's of open-ended imagery I really love 'Remember Iris' a line that's complete as it is yet with a belly full of little snakes
like you're Rainbow bridge the Rainbow Warrior had few colours, yet no less colourful for it in my eyes as in yours
and, agree, with the rosy poetess, the last verse is raised to a pedestal by your upward winding structure
as a kid I always wanted to see the other half of the rainbow circle, the underground bit...
yes mimi,delicate as always, do you work with lace?
an incandescent serpent's curves winding through all history, cultural history and personal history
and lot's of open-ended imagery I really love 'Remember Iris' a line that's complete as it is yet with a belly full of little snakes
like you're Rainbow bridge the Rainbow Warrior had few colours, yet no less colourful for it in my eyes as in yours
and, agree, with the rosy poetess, the last verse is raised to a pedestal by your upward winding structure
as a kid I always wanted to see the other half of the rainbow circle, the underground bit...
now, should I delete the accidental duplication or would that give rise to suspicion?
Come and get me, Mimi...
mimi,
how you are doing it writing beautiful things day after day, I guess the only way you can do it, it is with a lot of love in your heart.
The rainbow jersey to you mimi.
I had some editorial guidance with this, so thanks must go to both Zeph and file for their time and thoughts.
Guitou: I'd be honoured to take the rainbow jersey here, but am still waiting for my cuddly lion over at the other place.
Poems come from all sorts of places, and it is true that over the last few months I have looked at life a bit differently and the warm welcome received here from you all has encouraged me to try my hand with a bit more confidence.
Thank you all
I don't have a printer, so read this poem to my mother. She cried, but in a good way. I think that's apt. She also sends lots of thanks to you lot because you make me use my brain.
Brain, and a bit of soul too, Mimi.
this is very lovely indeed.
i feel any comment i could make unnecessary. but you write beautifully, mimi, always.
in spanish, the word for rainbow is Arco Iris, which literally means Iris Arch or Iris Bow...
it's a childhood word, really, and this evokes childhood and adulthood perfectly.
thanks for guiding me here, zeph :)
Kind words Marcela, and I didn't know the Spanish for rainbow - thank you.
File:
'as a kid I always wanted to see the other half of the rainbow circle, the underground bit...'
- definition of a poet, maybe?
When I was young, my father (a physicist and mathematician) used to indulge us by driving the country roads of the Oxfordshire plains, chasing the end of the rainbow.
I've been chasing ever since.
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