A Child's Rainbow

Steve Dunne

Picture a rainbow larger than life
So bright and clear
Beginning in the clouds
Cascading over the treeline
And falling into the ocean

A little girl is playing alone in her yard
All of five years old
She looks up and stares in wonder
Where does this colorful road end?
How can she get there?

She picks a white flower and holds it up to the sky
Using her imagination she looks through the petals
The flower is now any color she wants
Until the rainbow falls forever into the sea
A more beautiful picture I have never seen

KosmicJelli

Why does the road have to end? Or is the road just the beggining?

Steve Dunne

ahhh...good call...should have said 'where does this colorful road lead?'

KosmicJelli

Steve Dunne wrote:

ahhh...good call...should have said 'where does this colorful road lead?'

lmfao my criticism... I hope did not sound like a call out did it? but wasnt sure if you meant

*thought* that the road was never ending taking them to different places/ turns in the road.... thus being the begginning

or

*thought* to see the journey through children's eyes is a beautiful picture

Steve Dunne

KosmicJelli wrote:

lmfao my criticism... I hope did not sound like a call out did it? but wasnt sure if you meant

*thought* that the road was never ending taking them to different places/ turns in the road.... thus being the begginning

or

*thought* to see the journey through children's eyes is a beautiful picture

yes...like in a neverending dream...

and

absolutely...innocent and true...



(i like where this has gone)

ClutchTheDawn

what are the odds that i would have just written a poem about a rainbow as well?
but i saw one of the best one's i had ever seen while on vacation with my girls last week. was gonna start a thread, but after reading yours, i thought maybe it would be better to add it on here. hope you agree.

the rain soaked our hair
water formed droplets
on the tips of our noses
dripping onto bare feet
sunk into wet grass
our clothes darkening
clinging to our skin
I took one small set of fingers
in each of my palms
and ran
and puddle jumped

we could of waited it out
in the car
sat under
a poorly erected tarp
complained
but instead we ran
shivered
laughed
and waited for the rainbow
my oldest named the colours
and asked where it lead to
"where ever you want it to"
i said

KosmicJelli

ClutchTheDawn wrote:

what are the odds that i would have just written a poem about a rainbow as well?
but i saw one of the best one's i had ever seen while on vacation with my girls last week. was gonna start a thread, but after reading yours, i thought maybe it would be better to add it on here. hope you agree.

the rain soaked our hair
water formed droplets
on the tips of our noses
dripping onto bare feet
sunk into wet grass
our clothes darkening
clinging to our skin
I took one small set of fingers
in each of my palms
and ran
and puddle jumped

we could of waited it out
in the car
sat under
a poorly erected tarp
complained
but instead we ran
shivered
laughed
and waited for the rainbow
my oldest named the colours
and asked where it lead to
"where ever you want it to"
i said

nice.... brain hurting

chadwick

both of you gentleman have done a good job
with this rainbow kid stuff


once i sware i drove right through a rainbow
it was cool good times all about multiple pigment tones
swirling across my pupils and whatnot

KosmicJelli

by Paul Williams and Kenneth Ascher


Why are there so many
Songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side
Rainbow's are visions
They're only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we've been told and some chose to
Believe it
But I know they're wrong wait and see

Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me

Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what it's done so far
What's so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What so we think we might see

Someday we'll find it
That Rainbow Connection
The lovers the dreamers and me

Have you been half asleep
And have you heard voices
I've heard them calling my name
Are these the sweet sounds that called
The young sailors
I think they're one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
There's something that I'm supposed to be

Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me

*I love the lyrics to that song*