The ends of rainbows do exist. I know for I have seen one.
Faintly through the clouds. Across the water, alighting on a small mass of land.
Isleboro, in The Penobscot Bay. One of many gems off the coast of Maine.
I stopped for a moment, snapped a picture.
I did not have time to chase after it that day, but I know where to go to find it again.
2019
<Deleted User> (17847)
Mon 1st Jul 2019 12:35
like a lot and then some
Thanks Dorothy, Martin and Devon.
Devon...it is sad because every time I visit the Maine coast I do not want to leave. I go as often as I can. Someday I hope to stay.
Devon Brock
Sun 30th Jun 2019 22:02
This is fantastic, Lisa. Of course I am always looking for the hidden things, so I became focused on "I did not have time to chase after it that day." Right there, in the heart of this beautiful scene of revelation - the world and its pressures disrupt your reverie - adding that hint of sadness to your poem.
D
Fabulous poem Lisa
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Lisa C Bassignani
Tue 2nd Jul 2019 01:22
Thank you Leon. ?