Saturday, 18 July 2020

Gold at the end of the rainbow


Gold at the end of the rainbow


Life shakes us to the core
Sadly like a split apple people lose
their wholeness. I wish them well
But do not despair if your shiny
coat is only somewhat shrivelled

Because inside that rumpled coat
are pockets of delight where the light
punctures holes in the darkness,
leaking raindrops dispersing
white light, colouring our lives

Like the red of mums with ember hearts
turning teeny weeny human pouts
into glowing grins between pomegranate
cheeks. Her hands guiding and pointing
them in the direction of tomorrow

Like the orange sun, peeking every
morning over the edge of the earth
to welcome us to a day of new possibilities
Rising to the task to help the green grass grow
to soften our feet as we move forwards

Like the blue of the suits off Heroes
The supermen of today who go incognito
to help the homeless, protect the planet
collect cash for a cause or serve the sick
in their war of the world with weapons of love

Like tulips, yellow and violet cup shaped
flowers, resting as high priests on stems
reminding us of Holland where they
sprout up in fields in a carnival of colours
and burst out of buckets on markets

All proving there is gold at the end of the rainbow

35 comments:

  1. Nicely done! "Weapons of love … ", that is the cure for what ails this world.

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    1. Thank you, Marja,
      It is good to read your words.
      from afar i have returned,
      and will again. be well.

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  2. You are so good with words. The photo is not visible for me.

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    1. I have re-loaded it. Don't know if that helped I can see it on my computer

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  3. I naturally assumed the stop sign was the end of the rainbow! Now I am not sure anymore! Howver the poem is amost beautiful read Marja.

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    1. Thank you so much. Haha maybe in Australia there are stop signs Here we've got gold

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  4. I love the image of the rumpled coat with ‘pockets of delight where the light / punctures holes in the darkness’, Marja, and the red mums with ember hearts ‘turning teeny weeny human pouts / into glowing grins’. My favourite lines are about tulips, my favourite flowers, and Holland, a country where I had such a happy time.

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    1. Thank you so much Kim Where did you go in Holland? To Amsterdam? Happy you had a good time

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  5. Ah, we need these weapons- desperately! Nicely done! (There's no picture :( )

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  6. Oh my heart this is beautiful!πŸ’ I love the use of colour and the emotions evoked in this poem especially; "Because inside that rumpled coat are pockets of delight where the light punctures holes in the darkness, leaking raindrops dispersing
    white light, colouring our lives." Yes!πŸ’

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  7. the last line was a telling and triumphant revelation for me. it summed up your poem so nicely. very nice! i liked it.

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  8. All we need to do is look for that gold.

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    1. Yes hope we can find it Chasing rainbows isn't easy haha

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  9. Luckiest (and happiest) are those who know the gold is there, who see the heroes, who know the value of it all.

    So very apt, for the times we are living. And so true.

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    1. Thanks Magaly Yes totally agree They are usually happy-go-lucky kind of people :)

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  10. An engaging photo to accompany your words, which remind us of the wonders about us we so often take for granted. Thank you for sharing.

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    1. Thanks and there are many wonders indeed

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  11. Hi Marja - love the tenor of the poem and the hope at the end of the rainbow ... and the rainbow always at some stage falls on us ... while its positive energy will be there for us all ... we need to remember our good fortune ... loved it - well done - Hilary

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  12. A burst of hope is what this poem is about. We certainly need this in these pandemic days
    Thank you for dropping by my sumie Sunday this week

    MuchπŸ’™πŸ’œπŸ’–πŸ’›πŸ’šlove

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  13. I agree hope lies in the goodness of people and the wonders of nature...

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  14. Wow! What a lot of imagery! So much to love and so much hope in it.

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  15. The rumpled coat, the pomegranate cheeks and the gold at the end of the rainbow! Excellent

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  16. This is lovely! Those colors just lifted my mood. :)

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  17. Such beautiful visuals. I needed your beautiful, expressive piece today. Poetry is such a gift.

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  18. What a beautiful positive poem my friend.
    May the colours of the rainbow be always vibrant in your life.
    Big hugs
    Peggy xxxx

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  19. How beautiful, Marja! Weapons of love and pots of gold. Love this.

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