Rainbow Flickers

Morning breaks.
Shafts of rainbow's light
flood the stained windows
of last week's existence.

The radiance plays
iridescent games
in the shadows of my slumber,
forcing recognition
of a new beginning.

I peel back the shutters,
exposing the dim recesses
to the new day,
and wonder what may lie in store
at the end of that rainbow.

poem by John Roche
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Verbal Tapestry

Such tapestries of magic wrought
by masters of their chosen art;
whose measured worth cannot be bought.

Within this place wizardry's taught
and each magician plays a part
in tapestries of magic wrought.

A diverse and bewitching lot,
some sassy, saucy, suave and smart;
whose measured worth cannot be bought.

Across the zones of time and thought
they serve poetic a-la-carte.
with tapestries of magic wrought.

With grace a moment can be caught
by artists of the quill and heart,
whose measured worth cannot be bought.

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poem by John Roche
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