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?
Enreal! Hello, existential, such a cool word. Hmmm, will or failure? that’s something I had not contemplated……………
Tumel: NICE!!!!!!
right back at you Cordie!
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
The rainbow will show itself, even through pockets full of lint:)
No. Happy New Yeaer friend! Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.