Can I hold
The rainbow that I see
Gather it
In clumps
Shoving down to
Mix with the lint
And remains of my day
Within pockets?
If I can’t do that
Feel that
Does it mean
I or would it be,
the
Rainbow,
have failed
Or ceased to exist?
Can I hold
The rainbow that I see
Gather it
In clumps
Shoving down to
Mix with the lint
And remains of my day
Within pockets?
If I can’t do that
Feel that
Does it mean
I or would it be,
the
Rainbow,
have failed
Or ceased to exist?
No. Happy New Yeaer friend! Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.
The rainbow will show itself, even through pockets full of lint:)
Well now… this is quite existential my friend… indeed who can fail? who can cease to exist… is it merely will or failure? lovely poem and great thoughts… very clever 🙂
right back at you Cordie!
Tumel: NICE!!!!!!
Enreal! Hello, existential, such a cool word. Hmmm, will or failure? that’s something I had not contemplated……………