I slipped between the colors
I am a child made of bending light
They call it a rainbow
But it is so much more than that
It is the storm's delight
When tears seemed endless, showering from above
I was a gift to bring color and love
The ways I brought were strange and bright
I was endless in energy
Yet exhausted by
My own bright light
The encircling route I twirled and followed
Constantly lengthening
Forever narrowed
It flips back upon itself
In an endless track
I may not run at a constant speed
But I will flit along it
A spectral fairy infinitely
Even a brief interlude
Won’t shade my light
Or break the mood
I reflect each color as I fly by
Emitting a tracing halo glow
Faster and faster
In a dazzling technicolor display
A triple rainbow loop-de-loop
No entrance, no exit
K.B. Silver
This month of June, there is one kind of rainbow on all of our minds, and coming so close to Autism awareness month, it reminded me there is also at least one more “rainbow,” besides those two I have always been. A person who would not be alive if not for the tragedy of my mother having a miscarriage just before my conception. My brother and I both entered the world under these circumstances. It's amusing how one of those things made me a miracle, while the other two… didn’t.
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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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Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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The description of the rainbow as more than just colors is really cool. It makes me think of how nature can be so full of surprises. You mention being a "miracle" due to your mom's miscarriage. That's a unique perspective. How has this view shaped your life? Also, the idea of a rainbow with no entrance or exit is fascinating. Have you ever seen something in nature that made you think of that concept? It makes me wonder what it would be like to experience such a thing.
This is really touching KB. Its a shame that most don't appreciate or understand the other rainbows. But I guess rainbows weren't made out of boxes, they are like prisms. The light melds and we are all the parts of ourselves at once. Other and the same. Just some got more light than others 💜