At the eve III (part 2)

2 of 12 in the Jemverse summer 22 series ‘Melting Days’

At the eve of this day
I will think as a rainbow
and there will be colours of summer
and the comfort of a captured smile
and there I will find a song

Visionary Heart

My trembles are you;
a part of you so ingrained,
entrenched within my mental and moral constitution.

I pity there is no eternal power
nor anomaly
in this wayward stack
of melting rainbows –
none at all, it seems,
to guide me.

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Of rainbows and promise

The promise over our house today
in the sky right after the rain
gave us both a feeling of joy
when it with its radiance came

The colour was vivid, the arc of it wide
and though brevity saw its demise
its purpose was clear, one of promise and hope
beneath it revealed to the wise

Under rainbows

Walked home under rainbows
in a leaden sky
Gave me pause to wonder
as I hurried by
The hope left in that promise
all those years ago
With rain and shine a beauty
ever there on show

Colour

Violet Seven

Seven colours, seven days
Violet’s turn at last
The seventh in the rainbow
and the star of this fine cast

Epitomising royalty
Nomenclature this noun
Nothing more I need to say
Save Violet wears the crown

Indigo Six

Seven colours, seven days
and indigo’s in sight
The sixth one in the rainbow
reminiscent of the night

Deepest blue as evening fades
and quieter hours reign
Holding banquet to the hours
‘Til morning comes again

Blue Five

Seven colours, seven days
It’s blue today for me
The fifth one in the rainbow
and the colour of the sea

A place as much a part of me
as I am part of it
which by its calming waters
I will often simply sit

Green Four

Seven colours, seven days
and green’s the next in line
The fourth one in the rainbow
and one that’s very fine

For it speaks to me of life itself
and the good things oft bestowed
on each of us ‘most every day
from all that nature grows

Yellow Three

Seven colours, seven days
Yellow’s here today
The third one in the rainbow
and my favourite, I’d say

Orange Two

Seven colours, seven days
Orange follows suit
The second in the rainbow
it really is a beaut

It’s right there in a sunset
at the end of a long day
A testament to wonder
in every single way

Red One

Seven colours, seven days
beginning here with red
The first one in the rainbow
So, forging right ahead

Here’s to its long wavelength
with pigment deep and warm
Just like that in the poppy
Perfection made to form

Acrostic poem – Rainbow

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Acrostic poem – poetry challenge

Radient
And
Iridescent
Now
Beautiful and
Overwhelmingly
Wonderful

Chiaroscuro Moments

The light, the beach, the evening sky
The rain across the sea
The far horizon rainbow
simply overwhelming me

Holding Promise

Over Worthing Pier
A rainbow holds the promise
Sunshine always sings

Rainbow

Honouring the promise
as sunshine mixed with rain
I saw a massive rainbow
in the sky above again
It stretched across the heavens
a thing of pure delight
Its seven colours brightening
A truly glorious sight

The window and the rainbow

Saw a rainbow through the window
travelling on a train
Huge black clouds behind it
bringing lots of rain

The Promise

 

Walking up on Truleigh Hill
between two banks of rain
sunshine bright around us
and a promise made again

A rainbow high up in the sky
and also down below
appearing right in front of us
iridescence all aglow

Sheffield Park

 

Like a rainbow in the water
The colours are sublime
Reflected here and mirroring
This fantastic Autumn time

Pride

Brighton saw a rainbow
but there wasn’t any rain
Throngs lined all the city streets
And Pride shone bright again

Double Wonder

your double coat of grey
melted the soil, into my breath
as my earth soaked
in your balm of silver pearls

First Day

Saw a smile in the clouds on New Year’s Day
A rainbow high up in the sky
A promise made in the pouring rain
As we all hurried by

Cloudsmile

Saw a smile in the clouds on a July day

A rainbow high in the sky

dig right in me

Lay your tears to rest
in my skull like jewels,
to fray
my love for tragedy
and shake the world away.

..
This house is cold
inside summer ovens
of tar and butter,
where hammocks leave
crosshatched dreams
in my back.

river rocks and golden guns

xxvi.
Elephant spines
-skinned and baked-
curl neatly
like the burnt pages
of your
guilty conscience.

Smoke spirals
through your every
trapdoor;
whispering hoarse words,
heavy
like river rocks.

Pot of gold

After the rain

a rainbow appears

shining brightly

multi coloured ribbons