Rime of the Rainbow Dancer
Shimmering from the inside out
Slipped right through
Poised fingertips
The phantasmal
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of multi-tonal hue
Covered in millions of
Razor sharp facets
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of beaming light
leap and
Shine down
I swirl
Becoming tangled in the
Spectral turnabouts
Thoughtlessly rolling
Tucking my head
bursting out the cloudy door
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I can see through the rainbow
Shimmering on the surface of my tears
To the glistening land
miraculously contained within
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There has never been a way
To dive
Through and live
In the perfection wrung from
My subconscious being
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Even collecting the torrential flow
Siphoning each drop away
Defending their salty volume from
The ravages of evaporation
Could never b r e a k the barrier
Bestowing upon me the power of
The Rainbow Dancer
I have to slice the surface tension
Take the
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That’s the answer
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As I spin and
Lift myself
Off the very ground with love
I see the tears and fear below
Light reflects in plasmic rays
Ricocheting, piercing the silvery
Shapely outer layer, forcing it to burst
Splashing rainbow reality
on the blank white canvas
boxing me in
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Comments (3)
Love the shapes of this and the colours do shine through
The imagery of the phantasmal ribbon and the tears shimmering with the rainbow reality inside is just breathtaking.
I'm fascinated by your work and this poem is another great reason for my fascination. As I was reading it I thought, "Hmmm...it would be nice if she had "ribbon" look more like a curving ribbon. Then I get to the end and see the "analog" version and there it is!! Your line breaks, word breaks, and even letter breaks are executed brilliantly. Sometimes using techniques like these can produce questionable results, but it's just spot on in this poem. Another gem!