Somewhere
We stand at the end of the rainbow,
Or is it the beginning?
Flowers in one hand, ashes in the other.
Mom says,
Wait for the wind to blow just right.
We toss you,
With the flowers,
Off the bridge,
Into the swirling water.
So you can swim to the end of the rainbow,
Or is it the beginning?
10 thoughts on "Somewhere"
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Feeling this one hard.
Personally and as a nation.
Beautiful, Wendy. Thank you for sharing.
Well done Wendy!
flowers in one hand, ashes in the other.
beautiful poem
Flowers in one hand, ashes in the other. If that isn’t the best description I’ve heard of life in a while I don’t know what is. Thank you for that.
Good poem. I love your primary imagery. I heard shadows of Joni Mitchell and kept thinking of the song Circle Game.
I heard Judy Garland. Nice title.
Yes Judy Garland. Wonderful, Wendy!
Takes me back to a sail, a bay and keeping a promise.
Thoughtful poem, wonderful imagery! Judy Garland meets Joni Mitchell!!