Pot of Gold

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The ends of rainbows do exist. I know for I have seen one. 

Faintly through the coluds. Across the water, alighting on a small mass of land.

Isleboro, in The Penobscot Bay. One of many gems off the coast of Maine. 

I stopped for a moment, snapped a picture. 

I did not have time to chase after it that day, but I know where to go to find it again.

 

2019

rainbows

◄ Summer in the City

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Lisa C Bassignani

Tue 2nd Jul 2019 01:22

Thank you Leon. 🌈

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LEON STOLGARD

Mon 1st Jul 2019 12:35

like a lot and then some

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Lisa C Bassignani

Mon 1st Jul 2019 01:20

Thanks Dorothy, Martin and Devon.

Devon...it is sad because every time I visit the Maine coast I do not want to leave. I go as often as I can. Someday I hope to stay.

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Devon Brock

Sun 30th Jun 2019 22:02

This is fantastic, Lisa. Of course I am always looking for the hidden things, so I became focused on "I did not have time to chase after it that day." Right there, in the heart of this beautiful scene of revelation - the world and its pressures disrupt your reverie - adding that hint of sadness to your poem.

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Martin Elder

Sun 30th Jun 2019 17:10

Fabulous poem Lisa

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Do.RoThY

Sun 30th Jun 2019 13:52

this poem is a 'rainbow'.....well written!!

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