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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