It’s raining
Bribe the sun
with flattery,
to come out
and bend the light
For once
let’s be
puppets strung on
broken rainbows
Tied
A Blind Bird
There's no sky, just stars.
It’s raining
Bribe the sun
with flattery,
to come out
and bend the light
For once
let’s be
puppets strung on
broken rainbows
A Blind Bird 
Can’t quite explain why, but this gave me images of the Chinese dragon festival.
Imagine the danger if we could manipulate solar rays…Regardless, great poem!
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Haha, now that I’ve read your comment I feel the same.
I hope that day never comes, any progress in technology is more of a threat, these days.
Thank you for the compliment. I appreciate the kindness. 🙂
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I love the first stanza!
Great imagery of the sun that I haven’t seen used before.
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Ah, I am glad you liked it!
Thank you for the encouraging words. 🙂
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Fabulous imagery and language, love it.
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Have We Had Help? and commented:
Love this – short, sweet, and to the point…
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Lovely and very delicate. Thank you!
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Thank you for being ever-so inspiring. 🙂
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wonderful imagery…never thought of “broken rainbows”…but it is true…and we do have to hang on them!
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I’ve seldom seen a complete, arched rainbow, maybe once or twice.
Thank you for your kind words. Means a lot. 🙂
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