Dead Rainbows

By Malcholm Dark

Dead-city weekend
Large, black parking lot lies empty.

Howling ghost-winds blow
Random oil spots stain the asphalt.

Mostly clouded skies
A sudden burst of rain erupts.

Dancing rain on black
Oil, dust and rain rise undaunted.

Clouds open above
Sunlight fills up the parking lot.

Pouring rain rescinds
Nature then regales the senses.

Mother and daughter
Enjoying their walk together.

Innocence so wise
The daughter points to an oil spot.

"Mommy look, a dead rainbow."

dedicated to Kimberly

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Published on Friday, March 25, 2011. Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

sunlight and oil creates the rainbows in rain puddles... this always fasinated me as a child...

Comments on "Dead Rainbows"

A former member wrote: haha I can so see a child seeing that too..... gotta love the novelty of the child's perspective, something Nietzsche advocated as an artistic approach to life.... the carefree innocence to see the world anew each day....... a dead rainbow... awesome.... and cheers!
On Thursday, April 5, 2012, The Dybbuk (895) wrote:

what this guy said... and he is not a dp scholar... but I still enjoy that image, such a clear insight, startling really, what the eyes of children see. Thanks again.
On Friday, March 25, 2011, lupus tenebrae (860) wrote:

An oil stained rainbow, a grim and beautiful image. The symbol of innocence, smudged, and darkened. You never cease to impress, write onward.
A former member wrote: This is a fascinating piece. Love the tender dark feel of this. You've been on a roll lately, bro. Stay the course!