Reflected in mirrors of jeweled sidewalks, a Christmas rainbow rings this wet green city, blessing the day. This morning I heard Spring playing hide and seek under garden puddles. Tonight I sat by the ocean in the rain singing carols to gulls and whales and waves (the great mystery is really no mystery at all). The sky was so still I felt my breath would shift the clouds. I danced the ragged edge of the winter sea with kelp in my hair – singing… What is my real name? I’ve forgotten my lines. No blame – to be a dancing clown with love in my heart. No blame – to begin again – an amoeba in the eye of God, washed to the ocean on a Christmas rain.
Poem by clinock. – Photo from Google Images. – Re-post from 2011.
Beautiful imagery
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Many thanks Lesley…
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Great poem Love the writing!!!!
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Thank you Terry…
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I have no comment…other than your words and image are complete.
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Thanks TC…
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Wild and windswept, kelp in your hair – what abandon! Shores can feel like a collision of the beginning and the end. Yours is one of promise and joy. Good to read John.
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😉
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The first lines jumped in my mind after reading were: what a wonderful world! Beautiful.
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And it can be a wonderful world if we all make it so. Thank you Esenga…
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Bravo!
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Thanks CC…
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