Rainbow

Hello!! I want to say that I found this poem a sweet treat to read. It's a delightful poem holding a deeper thought that living is simply grand and complex, through images while being light-hearted and whimsical about that thinking, which makes the poem feel very pure in a way.

What made me the most curious is that this list of colors are not organized in the traditional order that makes up a rainbow. I have to wonder if there could be a purpose to that, other than the poem possibly being ran on a train of thought then edited later? While I'd say it would probably be more preferable if the order here was a different due to the title introducing the readers to the image of a rainbow (and the it would perhaps be powerful if all of these images in order could emphasize the image of a full rainbow), I think this order does make this poem a little more unique and distinct as its own since instead this list are like abstracted fragments to think about on its own.

I like that while colors are described with imagery that may be negative ("burning sun" or "fire and flame" and "blood"), these are treated like very neutral images. It doesn't describe negativity to one color, just because an imagery itself might incite a negative response.

Most of this imagery are while, pretty traditional on its own but still beautiful regardless, I do find it interesting that instead of this poem being just built on just imagery, there are also feelings associated with these colors and their symbolism. Like Red, Blue, and Yellow are:

Like the suffering of lovers a thousand miles apart. / Like that limit between them which makes you want to fly. / Like that energy inside you when you run

As if these colors become a metaphor for feelings, so the feelings become an image themselves. It's also very fun to notice that the the colors that describe a feeling are specifically... Primary colors! It doesn't feel intentional, but, very fun.

Like a promise always there, like the strongest rope.

This might be cheeky thinking but to me, to associate a rainbow in this way is almost a little ironic, considering that rainbows are thought of (and is) an uncommon phenomenon. However, this line made me really think, and, honestly it is almost right that rainbows are "always there". If it's not a rainbow in the sky, rainbows can appear by the littlest reflection, or sun through windows, or lawn sprinkles. Sometimes they can appear if you squint your eyes a little bit when staring at the sun. Rainbows really can be anywhere if you look hard enough. So in a way I appreciate this line since, it really made me think about the world you know. Which this poem basically achieves on doing.

For us to ponder
Between the swirling steam clouds
Of our morning coffee cup.

Such a beautiful way to tie in the limitless sky (Blue) and the mundane (drinking coffee). It's basically my favorite connection, and lines, in this poem. What a lovely ending!

I love how this poem thinks about the world in this way wonderful way. Keep writing!!

Heyo HMMHhehe! It's the magnificent AJ here. First off, I am going to be completely honest. I really hate that red is before purple and it's backwards. But I refuse to get hung up on how much that bothers me.
Into the review!

Red.
Like blood and heart
Like the suffering of lovers a thousand miles apart.

I thought the rainbow was supposed to be something good. Suffering lovers doesn't sound very good. Oh wait! Rereading the description. The rainbow is life. And life is both suffering and good things. Okay, continue on.

Purple.
Like meadow flowers
Like wind-carried flags upon the highest towers.

Oh this is a really pretty image. I really like that.

Blue.
Like ocean and sky
Like that limit between them which makes you want to fly.

I wonder if limit isn't the right word here. Maybe horizon?

Green.
Like lush forests and pines
Like the twisting filaments of the most fragile vines.

I love how you used filament! Filament means small, delicate and that's absolutely perfect. Although, forest and pines is a little repetitive. I think you're trying a little hard to rhyme here.

Yellow.
Like the burning sun
Like that energy inside you when you run.

Ooo, I really like making the energy when you run yellow. That's not something I would have thought of.

Orange.
Like fire and flame
Like the sky near horizon when the sunset came.

You're reusing the image of the horizon again here. Which can work, but it's a little repetitive.

Rainbow.
Like a dream, a hope
Like a promise always there, like the strongest rope.

Now we're tying it all together!

Life is a wonder
For us to ponder
Between the swirling steam clouds
Of our morning coffee cup.

I like how you tied all these massive images such a towers and horizons all into a coffee cup. Something so mundane.

Overall, I really liked this. It's a really nice way of turning a rainbow into something so meaningful and showcasing the beauty of the world. Just a few rhyming things.
Keep living and writing!
AJ