Contrasting colours.

Contrasting colours.

No one knew

where the colours went

of the rainbow.

Over the hills,

far away

beyond the horizon,

out of view.

Segmented, broken,

fading......

no pot of gold.

Just black and white really....

as colours remain

on colours spent.

A shower of rain.

Reviews

[charlie]

From what I understand of these things, it sounds like it is the screen which seems to disappear. Or transfers... Still the wonder of mystery remains, though. Atleast for a time.
I like this contemplative poem. It brings to mind that song: "To everything there is a season/turn-turn-turn" Emotions, like weather, come and they go and they come again...

[andrew mitchell]

thank you for your words charlie

[.]

This is a very nice piece.

It does make you think.....where do the colours of the rainbow go? A real thought-provoking write.

Nicely Done.

[andrew mitchell]

thanks doodley for your kind review

[V]

Interesting one. I like to add colors to my poems too but sometimes they turn bleak or get lost like the colors I add to my life outside, this poem reminded me somehow. Nice choice of words.

[andrew mitchell]

thank you vanessa for dropping by