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The Double Rainbow

Across the sky they stretch in colors blue to red
a brilliant double archway arcing high above my head
touching down on the horizon just out of sight of men
with a double pot of gold awaiting at their fabled ends.

Such a sign the ancient scriptures gloriously foretold
marks the place in temporal space where tomorrow forks the road
springing from my spinning chair in quart a blinking sec
with a firestorm in my belly brewing I sprinted superson-nic.

Blazing cross of field and fjord I chased those rainbow ends
with speed as my amigo, Underlay Areeba! the oath spoken
still those fabled double gold pots kept retreating from my grasp
there seemed no way to bridge the distance as I passed another Mach.

Rolling thunder from the sonic boom rumbled through the sky
while from the smoking ring of cloud emerged a falcon on the fly
soaring up above the roads and rivers flashing by below
a streaking gray-brown ballistic jet-streaming the air flow.

Spinning and spearing, tearing through time, accelerating into a dive
feathers fizzling with arched wings sizzling I closed in on the prize
but just as the pots were within grasp my plumes began to spark
before bursting into flash fire flames like gold-fever in my heart

Crawling from the blackened crater of my own reckless creation
dusted off and bruises rubbed, I started on the long trek back home
arrived by dusk next day, found my neighbor on display
with the glittering pots of gold
yesterday he'd marked the spot, where the rainbow ends stopped
and collected when tomorrow unrolled.


Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.

Black Elk

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The following comments are for "the double rainbow"
by Smithy

hell's rainbow

Sounds/reminds me of the rainbows in hell that I at times describe in my poetry. Just reading it the colors hurt my eyes. Cool reading


( Posted by: macbeth [Member] On: May 2, 2005 )

rainbow connection
Why Vodka,

If it don't ft, then force It! The motto of the ameteur band of bards. Such reckless cards as we, cannot ever see, the error of our rhyme, though every time, it takes a...little...shove (oomph) and help from above, to turn off the rusty rhyming faucet.

Except here. The last two lines of stanza 2 are a little weak because the "in quart a blinking sec"
was a bit of improvised Wheredidthatcomefrom? and Whatthehelldoesthatmean?, so I kept it, but it needs work and a better rhyming partner.

The last stanza is where I cheated and upset the rhyme again trying to finish it off quickly, but it needs splitting, I think, into two stanzas. I might bring the collsion with the ground in before the crawling out of the crater and treking home.

Thanks for your comments Vodka. It wasn't the site. I tried some variations and they fell a little short, that's all. Nothing that can't be fixed or filleted. ;)

Thanks also macbeth, for your comments and time. I will have to visit your rainbows of hell. They are dazzling painful creatures all right.


( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: May 2, 2005 )

speedy gonzalez
Hehe. Yes pen. Underlay Areeba is my phonetic spelling of the catchphrase of Speedy Gonzalez. At least that's how I remember it. It's been a while. Glad you enjoyed.

( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: May 4, 2005 )

Double Rainbow

Firstly, I enjoyed reading this piece, as I do with most of your work, but that is not the reason I am commenting on it. Something very strange has just happened that to me shows the ethereal community we have become here at Lit.

It is quite some time since I held a spiritual meeting at my house just for members of my direct family and I held one tonight. The nature of this 'circle' is not important except to say it was pesonally draining for me and used up a lot of my energy. The interesting thing was that I had passed a message concerning a rainbow with a pot of gold at either end from a person involved in religious protection and guidance!

To relax I have just sat down at the computer and looked at the poetry on Lit and the first poem I opened was this one. I did not even look at the title and opened it simply because it had your name under it!:

'Such a sign the ancient scriptures gloriously foretold
marks the place in temporal space where tomorrow forks the road'

More than a coincidence?

To return to the physical plain, an excellent read and thank you for the timely reminder that our adventures are normally for the experience gained on the journey, which is more rewarding than the prize sought.



( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 4, 2005 )

amazing ivor
That is an amazing coincidence (?) Ivor. I can imagine how astonishing that must have been. Such times often make us aware or question how interlinked things must me. I was just saying to rcallaci the other day how we are like surfers on the same wave, picking up on the same swell and trying to do something with it. Thank you for sharing that with me and your kind words on the piece. I hope you are suitably recovered now.
All the best

( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: May 6, 2005 )

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