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Rainbow?

Russet

Auburn

Indigo

Neige

Brown

Orange

White

Well, that’s the sort of Rainbow

that I can relate to.

Anne Rainbow: No Show

Her name was on the list,

an attendee not to be missed;

but, she never took her seat,

never got to eat

with the big boys:

the Glorious Sun;

the dark, brooding clouds;

the persistent breeze,

who shook awake the trees;

the falling down, getting up again, rain.

No, my Rainbow, she never came.

And I know she had a beautiful dress

to wear for the occasion –

although she’d worn it before –

I longed to see it just once more.

“Where is my Rainbow?”

We went out walking,

and we got wet;

then, the Sun came out,

and, yet…

I had to cry out

(It was almost a shout,

into the sky)

‘Where is my Rainbow?”

It wasn’t there…

why?

Dec. 8th – Rainbow’s Ends – #PoemForADayDecember

The rain had been,

and was on its way back,

the Sun shone briefly, somewhere,

and a Rainbow was birthed.

And I could see ‘both’ ends,

one in a field to my left,

one in a field, ahead, and to the right;

they were both, in one turn of the head,

within my sight.

But, which to chase,

and would there be gold to find,

the possibilities traversed my mind;

and, at that moment,

the Sun lost its view,

and the rain blew into my face,

and washed the rainbow away.

I stood there speechless,

there was nothing left,

to say.

There was rain, then sun.

There was rain,

then sun,

but, rainbows, none.

I wrote a little poem about it,

this is the one.

Just the other dydh, I saw a Kammneves in the sky

Just the other dydh ,

I saw a Kammneves in the sky,

after the glaw,

and when the howl was passing by.

Rudh, rudh-velyn, velyn, gwyrdh, glas,

and then the Cornish words

for Indigo and Violet

which I have not yet learnt.

It was a teg Kammneves.

We sat in the café

We sat in the café

and watched the rainbow guy;

when the rain had gone

the sun shone,

and we were warmed inside.

An Acrostic Poem – Rainbow

An Acrostic Poem – Rainbow

Rain fell,

And all around was dull;

I watched from my window,

Needing the Sun to break through.

Before long, there was a ray of golden light;

Over the land the mood changed;

We all looked up, gave thanks, and waited patiently for the Rainbow.

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.

The Rainbow on the Edge of Time

The Rainbow on the Edge of Time

The Rainbow on the edge of time

existed for barely a minute;

then, it left with out a thought to my rhyme,

and the words that I should put in it.