There are times
As if my soul
Ventured where
Angels hold
Titan dreams
Amidst the clouds
Reciting verse
In words aloud.
To touch a rainbow
Feel its need
Its fleeting time
Its arch of steel
Its very fibre
To the core
Its beauty perched
At Heavens door.
The closing storm
Its eyes of grey
Its snarling force
To snatch away
The sunshine in
Its golden gown
The violent rain
To hit the ground.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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I love the wording meter and rhyme of this poem a fave
most kind, always appreciated, thanks
You are most welcome
An atmospheric delight 🙏🏻🕊️
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Beautiful! Great read and well written.
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Nicely written
thanking you always much appreciated
Your welcome
Norman, this feels full of wonder and danger at the same time...like someone reaching toward transcendence while standing at the edge of a storm. The imagery carries such movement and atmosphere through every stanza. “To touch a rainbow / Feel its need” especially stayed with me. Beautiful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind, thanking you, always very much appreciated
A fine write N.
There are times when that bus comes - are there?! lol.
lol, thanks for read
Fine words Norman but that sun will always return'
Andy
it always does my friend, many thanks for read always much appreciated
The imagery here is stunning.
most kind, many thanks much appreciated
a lovely rhyming verse - enjoyed the read
thanking you much appreciated
🙏🏼welcome 🙏🏼
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