Tuesday, October 9, 2012

RAINBOW

There is no rainbow
Without rain
And yes, there is no rainbow without sun-
Shine, shining through the rain.

Beyond prison of jaundiced prejudice,
Sky's oval prism splits, separates, radiates,
Exposing, by refraction, beauty, diversity,
Cosmopolitan colours of the cosmos,
Illusion of the unity of light,
The unity of life.

There is no rainbow
Without light
And yes, there is no rainbow in the dark
Night of a nation's soul
Struggling through thunderclaps
Of insomniac, dreamless sleep.

Sky, promise me this relentless deluge
Of disappointment and discontentment,
Like vapour of a mirage,
Eventually, will pass:
These arrows of showers, showers of arrows,
That pierce and penetrate
A subdued people's shield of will at will.

Rainbow arched as if by water-weight
Of Heaven's heavy burdens:
Beaten brows, bowed backs of men bend
Under vertical weight of heavy fists,
Long lines and waiting lists,
Screwfaced scowls await clouded justice.

Sky, promise me this vertical oppression
Of searing sun, eventually, will pass:
These tainted smiles of painted lips,
Tainted lips of painted smiles,
That mock and scoff with churlish glee
The aspirations of simple, honest men.

There is no rainbow
Without rain,
No relief without pain, pain without relief,
And yes, there is no rainbow without sun-
Shine, shining through the rain...

©2012 by G. Newton V. Chance

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George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older
than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn
all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

by Langston Hughes

the poet writes the poem;
the reader gives it life
(© G. Newton V. Chance)
Make somebody happy (© Alexander Ligertwood & Carlos Santana)

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