Rainbow Painter

It was so deep inside the dark that light, wading through the charcoal sea, arrived breathless at its door, too hungry and weak to knock, disintegrating rapidly, fading into the ripple-less night. Every night. And so it stayed buried, feeding on the solitude, on the molten ebony quiet, on its own mind, till it no longer remembered why it had come to be there, why it had come to be.

Again, the light burrowed further into the murk, a shadow of itself. How could it stop when it knew there was still something there, unseen, unrevealed? What if it had life, what if it was life? The universe furrowed its brow, the stars went into a huddle. Hadn’t it been said, that some things, some questions, even some answers were best left alone, to die?

from behind a cloud
the evening sun tries to catch
the rainbow painter

1024px-Inness,_George_-_The_Rainbow_-_Google_Art_Project

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47 thoughts on “Rainbow Painter

  1. The darkness of the painting and that rainbow trying to shine is thoroughly translated into your words..like trying to stop the sky from shining – yes sometimes we have to let some answers die

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  2. on the molten ebony quiet, on its own mind, till it no longer remembered why it had come to be there, why it had come to be…

    Gosh, these lines make me want to know more and more πŸ˜€ absolutely riveting.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. The question that ends the prose portion of your haibun carries an entire world of belief and philosophy. I can only imagine the delicious storm your poem would bring to life, if let loose in a first year philosophy classroom… I grin just thinking about the possibilities. πŸ™‚

    Love the imagery, the ideas it plants in the mind, the fact that this is one of this poems that stay with us days and days and days… after we’re done reading the words.

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    1. Thanks so much Magaly… the haiku was supposed to lend the aspect of irony (of the sun trying to find itself) to balance that question… and yes, I’d like to be in that classroom as well!!!!!

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  4. ” The universe furrowed its brow, the stars went into a huddle. ”

    What a stunning image! And now now you have set me pondering in mode chiaroscuro

    Thanks for a lovely haibun. I am happy you dropped in at my Sunday Lime this week

    Much love…

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  5. Try, try again…weak as we are there is still a chance to move forward as long as we keep asking the questions that I imagine preceded this amazing poem.

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