|Reviewed by jude forese
|without that storm of ancient thoughts, the rainbow would never have transpired ... good for the tempest, even as we wither, for our deficiencies would not have been encountered and overcome (hopefully not taken too seriously) ... your poem astutely captures the inevitable: the crypt gets darker the more we think about it ...|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|a very valid perception, Jerry, and one I find interesting. Like the fading of sight, the colours blur and diminish so quickly. But the hope that a rainbow excites seems to assimilate into the surrounding atmosphere as it evaporates, I feel, and I usually experience a charge from sensing I'm able to absorb that. Then again, I've always been a space cadet rather than a grounded terrestrial! :) xx|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I can understand rainbows, while brilliant, they are fleeting. But your cryptic thoughts I would keep at bay. Just say, "to hell with it," and enjoy the day… And all the days you have left without watching so the days you have left without watching some creeping crypt, come closer.
Do you know how they stopped the coffin? They grabbed a bottle of cough drops and took one. ;-)))))))
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|enjoy the rainbow as long as it lasts
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|None of us get out of this alive. The minute we are born we go from the cradle to the crypt. No rainbow lasts forever.
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|Some days are gloomy and some days are bright. The good thing is that if we hang around awhile, the sun will shine brightly again and a rainbow will reappear for us to admire. Aside from that, your poem has a good flow and you expressed your thoughts well, as usual. Joy|
|Reviewed by neerja gandhi
|Sad bad, not too glad..|