Curves and Paint and Rain

Michael Anthony

 

I can’t touch the curve of a rainbow

or use its’ colors to paint

or count the rain until it stops  

 

Don’t be silly  

 

But my heart is a foolish thing sometimes

and it thinks: “All you have to do is try.

The first thing you must do is reach.”  

 

I felt the tender hues of your curves

as I tossed my umbrella aside,

counting all the rain I could, without fear  

 

With wet reflections all around us

awash in swirling, bouncing colors

we began painting from this palette

so many stories without end

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  • The elder poet

    Such a Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing.

  • Coyote

    A very beautiful poem Michael.

  • Goldfinch60

    Good words Michael, may those colours forever bring beauty to our lives.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    Good write Michael.

    • Michael Anthony

      Appreciate the comment, and your time!

    • L. B. Mek

      beautiful!
      thanks for sharing, dear poet

    • Accidental Poet

      Well penned Michael. Interestingly, today I had the thought, what makes the rainbow shape like that of an arc?

      • Michael Anthony

        I'm sure a scientist could explain this phenomenon very succinctly for us, but this would likely suck all the poetry out of it, LOL!

        • Accidental Poet

          Oh I don't know about that. I'm sure one of us could find a poem lurking within it. 😊



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