Walking The Rainbow Poem by elysabeth faslund
Walking The Rainbow
I put one foot down lightly,
Walk from blue to yellow,
Admire gold glittering,
Shimmering
Trees into wizards'
Spells...
Did I not walk this way
Before?
Step from gold to red...
Hold the light of stars
Speeding
Away from the Earth?
Come back! Oh, please
Come back!
But, set on their way...
Never back.
I step from red to
Purple,
The color of royalty
In ancient Tyre. A king.
A queen.
Did I wear the Purple,
Or was I a beggar in
The streets...
From purple back to
Blue.
Did I see that Mayan
Blue?
Know how it was mixed?
Or, was I sacrificed
At dawn, while Quetzals
Flew
In beauty?
A while on the Rainbow...
Gazing, dreaming,
Desiring...
Ah, it was ever so...
All I ever wanted was
A place in
The sun...
well sure, someone who loves cajun is real talented poet. i will continue reading your poem.
You share a palette of great mystery, myth and imagination in this wonderful arc of colour. I wrote a story once which became a children's dance performance. It was called Rainbow's Child and told the story of a little girl whose quest was to searched the universe to find the colours that had drained away from the earth. The last scene shimmered with rainbows. Thanks for the reminder. love, Allie xxxx
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 8:04:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A most transcendent vision cloaked in wonder. Everyone's past is our past - lived at every conceivable time and place.