The Rainbow Poem by Bryan Taplits

The reds, the greens, the yellows too-
And all that other stuff:
The colors swim-
They do me in-
Can't ever get enough.
The widening whirls, the brushes swipes,
The sky slips into some swirls,
This embroidered strain-
under resplendent rains-
Swells into a climaxed and fluttering tail.
The fleeting swan of a palatial song-
Its curved and haloed din-
Come! Rejoice with me-
An awkward plea
(My emotions pout,
They're all worn out.
The opposite of sin.)