It was raining
We were running
It was draining
Things did not come out just
Left
It was a huge fight
They won
But wait, so what
It's darkness now
Here's the sun
The rainbow
Does come
We will chase it down
Find the end of the sky
The treasure is there
We are not lost
The elusive gold is still
We just have to find our way
Copyright 2010 by SheilaTGTG55
Photo Katherine Maria
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rated with hugs
~R with hope
I love the "wait, so what" especially. I'm going to read it a few more times.
Huge R.
rated with love
Romantic: Yes, I am suiting up to find the rainbow's end, the gold, after the journey...thanks for stopping.
Love and rated my dear Sheila
Great colors aren´t they? man... rainbows rock
Just a friendly little reminder in case the gold remains elusive! ; )
A lovely and very clever poem, Sheila! Well done!
A promise. Return. A quiet, tense time.
I hope it isn't so. I hope the kids can yell. Thanks Sheila.
Mauricio: Ah yes, the rainbow! When everyone comes together, a glow of light, knowledge....understanding.
scanner: Thank you! It is a beautiful one.
Bonnie: Jeez, don't I know it. We have some undecided key races here yet....it could be very terrible for women.
Little Kate: Yes, I thought of the elusiveness of it. But I got around that editing and editing, I started thinking it is the idea of utopia, you cannot stop seeking the promise, and the journey is solid, if it is for the right reasons. We cannot expect the politics to ever be finished (pot of gold in itself, but pot of gold could mean perfection too, utopia) but we can strive for the harmony and light and common goals. Thank you for stopping. I fancy myself a rainbow to gaze at, it is better than an ominous sky. XO
Kim: Yes, I think this last election here did make many look like spoiled, screaming children. Everyone was waiting for Mom to come in and make them place nice. She was getting her hair done or something....a very long perm, I don't know. In the end the rich uncle takes over, and spills his money on all of them and they burn to make each other angry, while children starve, warriors die, people become homeless. A sad epitaph on a civilized process.
Jon: You give me hope, as history does.
cartouche: Yes, makes me want to work very hard right now, I don't want it stolen by the wrong leaders....
Muse: I very much needed it.
sophieh: Thank you for stopping by.
Matt: I looked for words that meant something and the picture, well, it is a stunner. My daughter sent it to me. Clever girl.