Sonny Rainshine Poems

It’s hard. It’s hard to see the hardship
that arises when we neglect the signs.
When we can read only what’s before us
and not between the lines.
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There is an unsettling experience
of listening to a song that you loved as a youth
and have never heard since.
The experience is more than hearing
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If you could be, which
would you be: the moon
or moonlight?
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Have you heard of a kingdom
where flowers never wilt,
where rainbows never dissolve
and nightingales sing all day?
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For days the black bird,
whose features purloined purple
and shimmering greens
from the sunlight,
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His heart feels hollow,
like a red bell pepper,
its chambers housing clusters
of seeds. Feelings are like seeds;
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Rouged jewel casket,
compartments filled with rubies:
ripe pomegranates.
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Which question? That is the question—
which to ask, to whom, how and why.

Those which have ready answers
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It is the lion we lionize,
not the lamb. He who cries
or tries to compromise
isn’t worth a damn,
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Gray and black dragon,
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