Curves and Paint and Rain

I can’t touch the curve of a rainbow,
or use its’ colors to paint
Who counts the drops in a downpour?

Don’t be silly!

But my heart is a stubborn thing sometimes,
and it thinks: “All you have to do is try.
The first thing you must do is reach.”

So, we painted stories without end
I felt the tender hues of your curves,
and I tossed aside my umbrella
as we began to count the rain

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski, Billy Collins, Ted Kooser, Haiku & Harvey Kurtzman (a visual poet, of sorts)

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Comments

Michael Anthony

4 years 4 months ago

I was happy with imagery too,

I was happy with imagery too, thank you. I know it's probably cliché, but I've always felt a particular attachment to rainbows, but I have, so far, avoided the urge to look for their end, LOL. Glad you liked this one.

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Geezer

4 years 4 months ago

I see...

the magic of love! I really like the mixture of touching the intangible curve of the rainbow, feeling the curves of your tender hues and the rather impossible task of counting raindrops. All very esoteric and wonderful! ~ Geez.
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Michael Anthony

4 years 4 months ago

Thanks Geez! This was a fun

Thanks Geez! This was a fun write for me.

Michael Anthony

4 years 4 months ago

The thunder seems to always

The thunder seems to always come before the rainbows, so I it feels like rainbows are a kind of peace offering from storms, as well as their inspiration for this piece.

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