RAINBOW ( ROYGBIV )

"Stiff blue jean goodbyes

That never fade; never fit"

-Great line, But there are a lot in this poem
Your poem is very moving. High impact followed by tragic realization. As usual extremely well crafted.

You build poems like I build homes. You are a master my dear friend. Love your stuff.

Nice one.

Thanks guys! I'm off to my GA meeting on the beach. I'm looking foreward to a good meditation and a much needed comraderie.

I heartily agree with Liz, this is another of your heart revealing poems.

There are so many wonderful lines in this. Masterfully crafted as usual. Your work is so outstanding that often feel underqualified to comment. I read your email as well and am sorry to hear about the little pest that's causing you grief. Enjoy your day at the beach.

I went to the beach in the morning and you are going in your morning! this is nice.
As usual you are the best when it comes to expressing feelings.
Meditate in the water and do not care about raters and ratings!
you know who you are ; this is all that matters.
love and hugs

This is a beautifully written piece, I must admit I don't get the chance to come to gather as often as I did in th ebeginning but when I do, I always look to read your poems.

Amanda, at the end of the rainbow, you will soon find peace and comfort...
Your words just get deeper and deeper, and more beautifully felt!
10+
PS: the coward is obviously seriously threatened by your talent!

Nicely written.

Maybe I'm wrong but this is a lyrical description of the the none too joyous times of a pregnancy.

Love it!

A couple of these lines are almost too painful for me to dwell on.

Hope you have a relaxing, productive time at the beach. I have to go to work in a while - that is not a fun way to spend a Sunday.

Crossing the Mexican / U.S. border being pursued by the U.S. Border Patrol, this typifies a list of dangers involved in the pursuit of the American dream - turned fly trap as illegal Mexican emigrants cross the Rio Grande under the blazing sun. With hopes for a child to be born a citizen in the U.S., it is aborted in the heat, leaving only a "flattened belly," and "Baby blues for an unborn child". They will never fit in completely, and the demeanor of a Mexican emigrant will always cause them to stand out. As the happenings of the crossing unfold beneath a sunrise colored with their blood, the speaker watches on as they sip their coffee and set it on "A doily for my morning brew," comfortable and both physically and emotionally distanced.

This is a beautifully written account the event, replete with palpable imagery that demonstrates your remarkable capacity for empathy and masterful writing technique!

My favorite is the "A doily for my morning brew," Wow!!!! That line is absolutely brilliant!

As always, fabulously spun! So many good turns of phrase and imagery. Always a delight to read your poetry, Moongirl.

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So beautiful.....thank you dear amanda.

I wish I could think and write like you.

You got a 10 from me!

excellent I wish I could give you 100 instead of 10

I enjoyed the colorfulness of this poem and your very poignant emotions throughout.

You've a way with words, Amanda - an awesome poetic voice. I love your take on the "violet laced sunrise".

A sweet #10+ for you!

Thank-you for gracing us with another poem!

Hey Amanda, I always love your work, and I wouldn't give you less than a 10, because that's what you are babe, a 10!! Keep up the awesome work. You know some people are just regular a$$holes, they also do the same thing to me!!

Amanda ..you gave best lesson for a physics class ..
light has so many shades ..all in one .invisible to all but still there ..just like life ..all shades exist all the time ..some predominate at one point in time ..

and I simply loved your letter ..especially when its signed "love Amanda "

I like it...

This is a fine patchwork of colorful images.

Whoa! I'm gone for a day and I get this reception? What wonderful, supportive people you are. Thank you so much for your kind words and in depth reading.
I love the varied interpretations of this piece!
Thank you too, for reacting to my mail.
Love ( honestly ),
Amanda

very very nice!

Like the best song lyrics, this poem seems to sum up a collective mood, of transience, of self-realization, of being on the move and going forward in a flash....I think Sheryl Crowe, I imagine where Anne Sexton would have gone with her poetry if she could have ever forgiven herself. There is epiphany about the body here, about its transiency and its apparent borrowed nature and also about the grief of not fulfilling its urge to create another self. But what truly matters is the grace by which you fly forward, from "red" to "florescent" sickly white to" baby blue" to "violet laced", a chromatic afterimage of a confluence of memories and attitudes reshaping themselves into a new day.

Hi Amanda

I'm staggered by the way you got the coloursa of the first lines to match the thoughts in the second lines so perfectly.
I'm also taken with the way the story progresses. It's very dramatic and holds one.s attention. It's a story. A song of life.
Well done Amanda.

Amanda...the prism of a heart's feelings..
You write such gems, each and every time. I feel the pain of loss expressed through colors here. Stunning images in each line. I can't get over the pain in

"Pastel knit booties; flattened belly
Baby blues for an unborn child"

or the visual poetry in

"Violet laced sunrise
A doily for my morning brew."

More than ten...

What does ROYGBIV stand for?

I like the Roy G. Biv reference (Color Wheel- Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue Violet). You're descriptions of the "colors of the moment" are way intense. Thanks for helping us see.

Amanda, You have done it again. Taken us to the deepest regions of your soul. Vivid, textured. I could feel the soft knit of the booties......

Very well done!

This poem expresses color in a way beyond anything us mere mortals can envision. You are so AWESOME! Love from Priscilla