
RAINBOWS ~BY POETICIA
Your gaze rushed at me like waterfalls
Dropping rainbows on my heart
Your gaze rushed at me like waterfalls
Dropping rainbows on my heart
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
My shadows you grew in your backyard, clandestine photosynthesis with your darkness. I nourished them with tears, unsalted over time. The sun came up, I reached deep down, my roots calling out to me. Uprooting them was painful but I heard your darkness scream through my veins. Tearing away from your weeds, I stretched out…
There once was a little girl so innocent and free-
One morning she work up
That had all been taken
The growing idleness of summer grass
With its frail kites of furious butterflies
Once upon a time, son,
they used to laugh with their hearts
and laugh with their eyes:
There are so many roots to the tree of anger
that sometimes the branches shatter
before they bear.