Monday, February 25, 2019

...On Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away (Rainbows)


 
 
 
 

 
 
 
                               Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Rainbows)                                                                                               

            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Rainbows”.

                                                           
                                                            RAINBOWS

            A phantom artist invited me to look up at the sky; his special canvas. The rain had stopped and I watched in awe as he painted a rainbow. All was quiet as the art show began. A mirage of brushstrokes miraculously appeared. To my wonderment, an arc of seven colors was created by his hand. I never got his name, and I never saw his face. I only heard his voice come out of the heavens. However, I knew he was unique with a talent blessed by God and nature. When all was said and done, he whispered down to earth and warned me to beware of a mischievous leprechaun. He said, “You may not see him, but he is there, ready and willing to steal your Pot of Gold. Do not fret my friend - just follow the light, and you will have won a rainbow of love; far more priceless than any Pot of Gold.”


RAINBOWS

Sunlight and raindrops
Nature’s prism
The rain has passed
The art show begins
Seven colors of wonder
Red, Orange and Yellow
Bright Green and Blue
Deep Indigo and Violet
Yes, the sky is the canvas
The artist a phantom
A mirage of brushstrokes
An arc of confusion
All eyes full of wonder
At the optical illusion

The children just waiting
For their one Pot of Gold
As they follow the arc left to right
Innocently searching
 Patiently waiting
Praying with all of their might
But lurking about
Is the skillful leprechaun
Who guards the treasure with ease
He hides from view with his trickery
Enhanced by his giggle and proud of his tease
For he knows we may touch
not one Pot of Gold
- - Such intangible images from days of old

…Yet we’ll witness revered visions
As we follow the light
Sweet rainbows of love
Tangible through sight

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