Very pretty and kind of comforting sort of, but I cannot explain why...thanks for your comments on my writes no matter how sometimes stupid and sometimes unintelligible they are...Peace thru Rainbows, Ed & Rufuz (Rainbows mean a great deal to me as it is the name of my motorhome, RainbowZen...)
Thank you for this, Reindeer. So penetrating and honest, and yet even in the writing I sense a catharsis, such that, having got this "up and out", a new dawn may emerge and a bright new hope be born... the darkest hour is just before the dawn, it is said! Bless you, Kate xx
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on May 8, 2004
Oh, but my dear Retta, never stop watching for the rainbow... you have such a compassionate and warm heart, you only need to remember that sun AND rain make a rainbow... when you least expect it, when you weep but have your lovely shine, as well.. then you'll see it. I loved the "angle" you wrote this from... rainbows are sneeky... never give up! katy xox.
Reminds me of feelings I have with my Mother
when taken in a different perspective! Excellent poem
and good flow.
Thanks for reviews you have left the past few days!
Love,
Becca
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 7, 2004
Rainbows come after the rain. They are there. They are real.
Reviewed by Cynthia Castle (Reader)
Reviewed on May 6, 2004
Beautiful! We sometimes look in the wrong places for a rainbow ...don't look too far, it may be in you own backyard!
Don't stop dreaming, your hero will come!
Cynthia Casatle
Reviewed by * ashura (Reader)
Reviewed on May 6, 2004
What a sad song. Rainbows, like happiness, come when we least expect them. I wish you colors.
oh my! hauntingly sad and resigned and brave...dreamy, yet realistic..so it goes...
Gina
Reviewed by Sanil nath (Reader)
Reviewed on May 5, 2004
Excellent and most beautiful ...
R--eindeer
A--lways
I--n
N--atural
B--eauty
O--f
W--ishes -- Wish i was that rainbow ...;)
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on May 5, 2004
A poet ALWAYS gets a reincarnation by way of rainbows.
Though patience is not our forte (speaking for myself),
eventually the "right colors" combine to arch across our
sky of blue...and we know the rain (or tears) are ended.
within the spectrum of every rainbow there are shades of life we must endure ...
a sad yet colorful mood to this poem ...
Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
Reviewed on May 4, 2004
I could feel the melancholic tune playing beside...wonderful evocative imagery, Reindeer...GREAT poem...I am saving this...I remember reading this at your website sometime back...
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
when taken in a different perspective! Excellent poem
and good flow.
Thanks for reviews you have left the past few days!
Love,
Becca
Don't stop dreaming, your hero will come!
Cynthia Casatle
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M.Rose
Have a sweet day tomorrow......
sad, haunting and an excellent write
Well Penned
William
Gina
R--eindeer
A--lways
I--n
N--atural
B--eauty
O--f
W--ishes -- Wish i was that rainbow ...;)
Though patience is not our forte (speaking for myself),
eventually the "right colors" combine to arch across our
sky of blue...and we know the rain (or tears) are ended.
Carmen :-)
powerful, emotional write--sadness permeates throughout--don't give up hope :(
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
What I wanted was a hero,
To save me from the dream,
What I wanted was reality,
But you couldn’t give me what I need…
Best of luck,
Thomas Lanechanger
mediocrity
conveyed well
thanks,
d.
This is beautiful longing and bittersweet OH make me misty EYE.
peg
a sad yet colorful mood to this poem ...
Debashish
Tears are falling like rain right now!!
Love Tinka