Rainbow
I dreamed last night
that angels lofted me
skywards and wrapped me
in cotton-wool clouds.
The nearest rainbow
was a helter-skelter
that returned me to earth
where I landed in a pot
of golden sunlight.
Red, gold, and yellow
were my hands and face.
I stood rooted like
an autumn tree covered
in fall foliage with
no trace of winter’s woe.
“May this moment last
forever,” I murmured,
as the rainbow sparkled
and I rejoiced in
my many-colored coat.
rogermoorepoet 
Amen.
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That’s a beautiful poem Roger.
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Thank you, Allan. I felt good writing it. We need those poems to makeup for some of the other ones!
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I agree with Jane and Meg! This is a wonderful and bright piece. Glad to read that the weekend was good. I’m still getting caught up…
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Catch up time: that’s what I am trying to do as well. We’ll get there.
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Fabulous! Very psychedelic, Roger! 🌞
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A great change from my end of the world, sad and stressful poems! It was a nice dream.
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This poem has a razzle dazzle quality that gives it a lot of movement. It sparkles!
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That’s after the weekend, Jane! So much positive energy!
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