Beyond the docks of keyboards
Beyond the cobweb screens
Beyond the aether wires
Beyond the sage-like clouds
Where the trees flow
And the earth grows
And the colours know
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley ~
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Kahlil Gibran ~
Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them. ~ Dennis Gabor ~
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads. ~ Marianne Moore ~
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits. ~ Carl Sandburg ~
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. ~Novalis~
A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof. ~ Rene Char ~
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. ~ Kahlil Gibran~
The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears. ~ Native American Proverb ~
We do not see things as they are. We see them as we are. ~ The Talmud ~
Long White Rainbow
You have good ideas. You need to develop them more.
Thank you for the comment
Sometimes, I don't like to weather an idea...Sometimes I like to leave threads; hopefully poetic threads.
Smiles and Light
AuraGem
Whatchasay! Hmmmmmmmm................................!
oldaspirationsneverdie...7
Long white rainbow ey? All kidding aside, I like your long white
rainbow yet if I write one, it will be a long dark rainbow, I want
equal time... the dark colors of the rainbow must be shown by
someone! So much for that, now back to your poem.... Nice,
to the point and I like the line: "And the colours know"
I just wonder will rainbows ever get deep dark colors, all
the rainbows I've seen were like pastel shades...the other
line, I feel is so great is "Beyond the sage-like clouds"
Gee I wonder is the word sage, like the color of a spice
sage, or green as in sage? Yes this is a poem that
gives the imagination some food ...I like to eat! (Smile)
I like your thoughtful comment
You see - I was thinking a little as you are. We usually think of rainbows as pale, whispery cololurs. But the colour is only there because of the light on clouds. The best, most intense rainbow light is on dark clouds. Hence, I chose the word sage. It gives a hint of something maybe of an "off" shade - maybe greenish-grey. But the word also suggests wisdom- secret wisdom as in the sages of time. The clouds know that the best rainbow needs the darkest clouds. And a white rainbow? White is meant to reflect all colours of the spectrum. And so the clouds are simply the reverse, absorbing all colours.
The colours know the ways of the spectrum.
But all that is what I was thinking when I wrote. It has taken a lot of prose space to say the same thing. So I gave the poem an apparent light load, but left threads for those to see what they may like to see - either deeper or higher. Or maybe, not see anything beyond a simple, light poem.
Once I give the poem, it is no longer mine. It is there like a well waiting for those who may need to find something. Some like raw deserts, even for a while. For them, this poem would mean nothing at all. But then, memory does strange things. They just may return and take a small sip.
Smiles and Light
AuraGem