Tag Archives: Rainbow

I WANT EVERY COLOR OF THE RAINBOW

I want absolutely every color of the rainbow– right now, and gotten all at once, and also, each savored plain, all by itself: red, blue, green, purple, orange, yellow. Yet, what this asks of me to do despite snows, winds, … Continue reading

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COLORS OF THE RAINBOW COME IN YOUR EYE

Colors of the rainbow come in your eye from the time of day you rise, you wake, and grow aware, for one more fresh, clean get-go! Some days, it seems, hues enter quick– the whole bright spectrum opens big and … Continue reading

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THE MAGIC STEP

When, foot after foot, you stay on your path, aft becomes fore and fore becomes aft, as your tread truly tracks and the road’s wiggles wind, mind becomes body, body morphs into mind, what matters most surely comes– not only … Continue reading

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LIFE’S CURVY TIGER STRIPES

Life’s rarely only black or white, it’s more often swerved and curved and texture mixed like the wild flanks whose skin’s the furry tiger stripe. . . and sometimes it’s illusive like the floating mist by sunlight kissed that forms … Continue reading

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There IS a Pot of Gold at the End of the Rainbow

The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow awaits in full glow for all who dare to climb and ride the rainbow. . . and dream a different kind of illuminating beam than any one that all the … Continue reading

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WHY WRITHE?

Why do I choose to writhe?. . . Not sure I even want to know. . . It’s SO hard to let go. . . especially from the throes of tangled ropes that have me bound, and which, in kind … Continue reading

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PROVIDENCE IN THE FALL OF A PENNY

The longings of a poet belongings, trappings, wiles forlornness can go forefront or skips and steps can stretch the lips into the widest smiles. . . the words they gurgle in trickled stream near dry or torrent rush of rain … Continue reading

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