smiles are hard to see
with stiff backs and myopic eyes
when time is a blue vein
wrinkled and bulging
and possibility is stained brown
with liver spots
'tis only new born eyes
that truly see hope in rainbows
the rest of us are all too blinded
by the aging colors
our own mortality...
Author notes
Why is it we only ever see the frown of a rainbow?
In a list
A contest entry
- Brevity. by Naridill.
400 points, ended November 1, 23 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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True
I love rainbows, and am far from childhood --second childhood maybe. It is, however, so true that a child sees things for the first time with real awe: the sea-side! Fire-works! Life is going on quite normally, and bingo! parents take you on what was a carefully planned holiday, but you had no idea -wow! Aeroplanes, horses, boats, even starting nursery or school. Naturally, as years pass, there are fewer and fewer things like this, yet as a young man working in S Arabia, I recall seeing a sunset where the sun occupied almost the whole of the sea on the horizon -- 'an optical illusion' I was told. Or even stock-cars, or high-level cricket, or the football World Cup, provide hints of that childish awe. Incidentally, old pedant that I am, I resent the common use of 'awesome', simply because, what do you say when something really is? Suppose you went on a truly unbelievable foreign trip, or went into space -- what word is there left? Sorry for the ramble!

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Intense. I love the honesty, the imagery and the use of language. Not only can does this wonder along the tongue and bit at the bubs, I feel it washes the acid through the thoat, a.k.a I love it. Goodluck.
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In brevity you have said so much. But your amazing talent can put your pen to anything! This is so very true. A wonderful write on the prompt. Best wishes with this


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excellent entry for the prompt Bunny-I especially liked the -aging colors of our own mortality...peace


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This has a lot of deep meaning and
profound thought in this poem.
Great writing to a kinda difficult
in my opinion, prompt. Good luck
in the contest.
Jeannie


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I loved the piece itself. Personally was struggling with the tone - only because I try to maintain a level of cheerfulness or else I would just collapse under the weight of all the b.s. the world possesses. It's how I get through it!
Great write - hope it helped to get it out!
ya All~Ways, ~ Jan ~


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