Rainbows are
not real,
just watery reflections in the sky,
thin crystalin colors in the air.
But, I make you a dare:
Look at a blackened
thundercloud sky,
sunlight gleaming behind you.
Then, don’t wish to touch
with tingling fingers
that misty streak of
blues, reds, purples and
pots of gold!
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 