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Where is My Rainbow?

Where Is My Rainbow?

I can see the sun shining,

I feel the raindrops;

so where is my rainbow?

Where?

I look about,

doubt in my heart

that one will be there;

when there should be one there.

Where is my rainbow?

Where?

Or am I just imagining

that when two facts collide

a resulting phenomenon

should be to my side?

Where is my rainbow?

Where?

Oh, where?

For it isn’t there.

Questions?

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I look at the twenty-fifth letter of the Alphabet
And ask the question: why?

I look at the busy market square
Trying to find Waldo
And the question is: where?

I look at the glass filling up
And the question is: when?

I look at the physician
And the question is: who?

I look at the power output level indicator
And the question is: what?

I look at myself
And the question is: where is the sallow youth of fifteen?

The Question?

Click here to see why I wrote this – probably best to do so ‘after’ you have read what I have written.
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The Question?

Me:
Radio 4
After copious amounts of coffee
From a well-used C***a travel mug
(Refillable, reusable, invaluable)

Where my mind is primed to be a creative sponge
And input = output
And output = weird ideas
Of a lateral nature
Add collateral
And more
And some (and sum)
The idea floodgates
Open wide and recording of said ideas takes place.
You see a lot of the results
Upon my WordPress blog.

The question: What inspires you?

I have other sources of inspiration – and they are wide and varied – but, my caffeine-induced ‘splurge of stuff’ is a hectic roller-coaster of a ride. It creates things that would never be otherwise.

G:)

idea taken from a thoughtful and delightful post to be found here:

http://kingdomofashes.net/2015/10/03/seeking-inspiration-the-victoria-and-albert-museum/