[stylist] rainbow poems

[Ashley Bramlett]

Barbara,
thanks for clarifying. your rainbow poems were beautiful.

-----Original Message----- 
From: Barbara Hammel
Sent: Friday, May 17, 2013 10:28 PM
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Subject: Re: [stylist] rainbow poems

Yeah, poems about rainbows or the colors of the rainbow.
Barbara




Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.--Robert Frost
-----Original Message----- 
From: Ashley Bramlett
Sent: Friday, May 17, 2013 11:06 AM
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Subject: Re: [stylist] rainbow poems

What is a rainbow poem? Does it just mean a poem about the rainbow colors?

-----Original Message----- 
From: Barbara Hammel
Sent: Saturday, March 30, 2013 10:07 PM
To: stylist at nfbnet.org
Subject: [stylist] rainbow poems

Does anyone know any good rainbow poems?  I have fun writing one now and
then but mainly they are too silly or stupid to post.  I guess they are just
my way of keeping the creative juices flowing.  Alphabet poems and rainbow
poems are my fall-back topics when nothing else is working.

Here is a rainbow poem I can share because it’s probably the first one I
wrote and it wasn’t a “writing for writing’s sake” poem.


  THE RAINBOW'S CHILD

by Barbara Hammel



GOD, I know one thing is true.

It is that You love me so.

So much that You created

My life within the rainbow.





The life-giving blood that

Flows from toe to head,

The anger that I sometimes feel

Are in the color red.





The fire of life burns in my soul

As orange as it can be;

And courage to face what's yet to come

With strength and bravery.





Yellow is joy and happiness

That come to fill each day

And sunshine and the warmth of love

Toward all who come my way.





Tranquility and serenity

Survive through hard times that I've seen;

And that peace of mind I find in them

Is in the color green.





Tears I cried in sorrow when

There seemed to be no one but You;

A broken heart, and spirit, and character

Are in that streak of blue.





The hard reality of always saying

Good-bye to all that one holds dear;

Like depression, it's the bottom,

That purple which sometimes isn't clear.





I thank You, God, for making me

A child of the rainbow;

Something I can only be

Because You love me so.






Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. -- Carl Sandburg





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