Rainbow mare -------------------------------------------
The rainbow's bright colors gazed out of their prism speculatively cautiously almost contrarily with no wall to paint their patterned pictures on fading into irrelevance as they vanished into the void .
Time ; torturous and tyrannical toyed with the torrential turbulence as it's transitive tenaciousness thoughtlessly tactlessly tooled through the torrid tempest .
The starry-eyed girl gazed glassily across the expanse as if in a quandary over the night sky .
A half human silhouette in a sky filled with thunder heads and birds of prey rooted in a tapestry of alien galaxies and blazing stars playing a melodian .
Water glistened on the skin of the naked woman and rainbows danced in the air before her as the waves crashed against the rocks .
A young man with a pony tail in the center of the back side of his head played his drum while he danced on the grass .
-Oh now here's a favorite. But before I write my novel. I have to say that this poem remind me of this crystal I found, if the sun hits it the right way, the insides of the crystal would turn into sparkling rainbows that would dance on the walls and ceiling and I would always smile and imagine a paradise for that little moment. Just a small reminisce of thought.
Ok now the poem: -The rainbow's bright colors gazed out of their prism- Seemingly they are trapped and their prison (prism) is succumbed to some kinda of emptiness/ darkness that the colors has no way to paint their beauty on something solid in order to be recognize.
Yes time. Time doesn't stop for anyone, and there seems to not be enough hours in the day or the hours are simply too long to handle at times.
-The starry eyed girl gazed glassily- Hmm is she numb, pained, wishful, hoping for something-?-
-A half human silhouette in a sky filled with thunder heads...- Oooh is this a god-dess- if so then I feel magic and a melodious tune of energy from this fourth stanza-
-Water glistening on skin, naked woman, rainbows dancing in the air- Wha- what happened did the human thingy or god-dess- somehow release the rainbows from their prism in order for this woman to see their beauty and for it to be recognized at last-?-
Is the young man the rainbow mare?? He seem a like a native american when he played his drum and danced on the grass with his pony tail-
Wondrous images, this piece bloomed a smile and wonder on my heart. What you have read is how I think when I read and I Sometimes have to go back and look at the title again lol because I get so lost into the beautiful meadows of metaphors and its surrealness structure.
Powerful and clear imagery like good animation, but simpletons like me would like to know what you are symbolizing; what is this scenery and its feelings a metaphor of?
Postmodernly, I'm supposed to read my own meanings into it, and indeed I always do that. But actually, readers have curiosity about the poet behind the poem, so that they always want to understand how you came to make the artwork.
I like your rich diction and the musical cadence of it and I so thank you for the alliterative part. I cracked up. Until then, I had been in a bad mood about the government. Now I just want to make an alliterative poem!