'''Paint a rainbow'', I asked this storm as it blew,
yet silver streaks was the best it could do;
I asked the sun the same in blinding luster,
but gold was all the bright orb could muster;
The storm stirred, brewed shades of night,
sunbeams dipped in their palette of light.
then I asked ''Who really holds the brush,
and why are the colors in such a rush;
yellow running, green doing an about face
breaking free of the prism as if in a race?''
Finally I asked the artist, brush in each hand
''Why are You so quick to dissolve each band?''
His ancient voice thundered out this reply,
''Hold onto it's promises as stars shooting by
and just like cloud and blue sky perchance
you too just might have a moment to dance.''
Author notes
2 strikes against me already - end line ryhme and over 100 words!
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest 15 entries less then 100 words #29 by mysticstorm.
650 points, ended November 18, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Truly beautiful...
creative and lovely imagery...
well done
xoxoxoxox
mystic -
Nicely done, a very good look at the picture in word form. I love the reference to the painter of the colors. The last line ends it in just the right way.
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