"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Does It Rain Rainbows?

Does it rain
at Easter,
bright colored
splashes to
decorate eggs?

I should ask
mother duck,
but she
is waddling
between drops
with her ducklings.

I am afraid
to walk
in my yellow galoshes
across green grass
for fear I will
smudge the colors.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

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Short Story Slam Week 16


Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

love the first stanza, well penned story.
you have stunning imaginations.

Marbles in My Pocket said...

I like this, Susie. A very intriguing thought process, and well written!

mylittlewordz said...

I like that idea of 'smudging the colours' - very cute. And the rainbows at Easter.


The Noiseless Cuckooclock said...

superb wtory telling,


Ben Ditty said...

It used to rain rainbows on Easter.
When I was a child with imagination.
Now, it rains rain;
I'm an adult cursed with perception.

eflores said...

Captivating last paragraph! Well written! Vivid imagery, I could picture every line!

Erick Flores

Ed Pilolla said...

that last paragraph with its sounds and sights was a wonderful mouthful.

Elizena said...

I enjoyed reading this. Made everything around me feel so colorful, bright and happy.

Morning said...

incredible wonders, wow.

you rock.

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