Full-Spectrum Brilliance

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Disillusionment wraps warped tentacles in flesh

and drags her to Marianas Trench.

She’s been chasing the pot of gold

at the end of sopping rainbows,

concluding that

Life just doesn’t want to be lived,

not the way it was drawn

in her limited edition compilation of Grimm’s tales.

Submerged,

not daring to breathe,

she finally sees the Light –

and He is beautiful,

tangible,

with eyes as blue as the seas

and smile as dazzling as the lightning

that shames the dark.

A love so purely crimson,

a strength so gorgeously verdant,

a mind so violet in its superiority

wraps her with a golden glow,

a sunset’s blush.

She sees that

chasing rainbows is but

clutching broken bits,

segments split into infinite bands of separate strands,

and is captured,

enamoured,

mystified,

entranced

by the wholeness,

the boundless energy and electricity

of

Full-Spectrum brilliance…

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True Colours

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A flash of dizzying brilliance –

and rainbows arc and dance,

Science defying gravity.

Remove the Light,

and the mystery implodes;

a vortex of chaotic, gaping grief-space

unlit,

unloved,

falls by warped way-side.

But once rainbows are born,

first-born suns illuminate

the pain-place,

and Wounded walk,

painted in surreal stripes,

labelled

True Colours…

Luminosity Candy-Flossed

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If you’re under such unbearable pressure

that your cells explode,

sombre soul snow-shrapnel

hurled from toothsome tines,

do take the time

to look about you

as you arc through baby blue skies;

your tears

are rainbows,

luminosity candy-flossed,

and you

are

beautiful…

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Sunlight, moisture, and the throb of a mighty engine -a recipe for gorgeous!  My husband was busy with the snow-blower this week, and I was thrilled to see the arcing rainbows and glittering waves of colour darting about among those hapless snowflakes.   What a vibrant lesson on finding beauty in even those difficult places in our lives!

Chased By Rainbows

My rear-view mirror

spells it out –

I’m chased by rainbows,

tailed by dreams.

The sun over my shoulder uses

what storm clouds brewed

and funnels formed

to redeem my back-trail;

car tires churn

and toss a spray

that, when hit by brilliance,

pursues my past

with glory personified.

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The rain was just breaking up this morning when I glanced in my rearview mirror.  I was, in truth, being chased by rainbows.  What a lovely thought, that my past can be redeemed and made into something beautiful!