the rainbow that died

the rainbow that died

A Poem by Matome Masipa
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Reminscing 1999

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Once as a child There was a spring where I saw a rainbow die
I was too young to know what I perceived was a lie.
In my mind It was a sign mother nature was losing her smile
Deep down inside I knew her sorrow would not dry,
Deep down inside I knew her face covered with clouds could not hold her tears even if they try.
Drowning my day as she cries.
The silence of sunshine and the smell of rain coming filled the air,
Above cottage roof tops and across sunflower fields flew passing butterflies,
Quietly i stood there.
Appearing as Little colors of cotton in the distance passing before my curious big eyes.
They looked stress free flying towards the sun in the fading skies.
Ever since that day the rainbow never came back,
Still on a hill I wait near the old shack.
Waiting, under the sun in the grass I laid with the hope I lied,
Waiting;At the place where I once saw the rainbow that died.

© 2016 Matome Masipa


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Such a nostalgic piece. I can't help reflecting on my own childhood and the "not knowing" factor which contributed to the beautiful aspect of innocence.

I loved how you personified mother nature, while also using it as a foreshadowing for the times we grow up.

Those last three lines are stunning. There's always that part of us that clings onto our childlike innocence; the hope that we will see the rainbow once again.

Beautiful piece. Well done.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Matome Masipa

8 Years Ago

#head bowed# thank you very lady Alice
Alice Poésy

8 Years Ago

You are very much welcome!



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Such a nostalgic piece. I can't help reflecting on my own childhood and the "not knowing" factor which contributed to the beautiful aspect of innocence.

I loved how you personified mother nature, while also using it as a foreshadowing for the times we grow up.

Those last three lines are stunning. There's always that part of us that clings onto our childlike innocence; the hope that we will see the rainbow once again.

Beautiful piece. Well done.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Matome Masipa

8 Years Ago

#head bowed# thank you very lady Alice
Alice Poésy

8 Years Ago

You are very much welcome!

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Matome Masipa
Matome Masipa

PRETORIA, dendron, South Africa



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Pen name MaddaMoriyah Eliyah, a writer of spiritual awareness of self development of philosophy in writings from poetry novels and theatre. I write with the wave of my life experiences and the voice w.. more..

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