The Colours Of The Rainbow. Poem by Chantal Lammerts

Seven colours, each unique,
Their meaning is what I seek,
Different opinions, all make sense,
But still don’t go over conscious’ fence.

I’ve come up with meanings of my own,
In my mind they’ve slowly grown,
Each for something special in my existence,
All close to my heart with a minimum distance.

Red stands for love, from family and friends,
Their good company, the joy that each one sends
For their warm words, their friendly smiles,
Their diversity and completely unique styles.

Orange stands for joy, with others or alone,
In a live talk, or with friends on the phone,
Inside by the fireplace, or outside with nature,
On a calm day or an exiting adventure.

Yellow stands for light, as in funny fireflies,
As in a great advice,
Even in the stars and the sun,
And in the eyes of a friend, while having fun.

Green stands for nature, grass and trees,
For beautiful birds and zooming bees,
For the sweet smelling flowers in spring,
Or the white snow only winter can bring.

Blue stands for water, lakes and seas,
For ice, when winter makes it freeze,
The strong rivers that always fight their way,
Which makes us jealous, if I so may say?

Indigo stands for wisdom, a topic I’ve not completed jet,
It’s about all the things we have ever said,
About all the things we have thought and done,
And all our knowledge that until now we have won.

And at last Violet stands for completement,
As this poem is on it’s very end,
But it also has a more important meaning,
‘Cause it also stands for a brand new beginning.


(written during my vacation in Mexico: P hope you enjoyed it!)