This Poem was Submitted By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2012-08-09 07:43:06 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Under the Rainbow

                                                                           he wrote a poem                                                                            and imagined                                                                            (both the poem, that it mattered).                                                                             the pool filter has passion,                                                                             direction,                                                                             it                                                                              fills                                                                              the night                                                                             with its sound.                                                                              you realize                                                                             you are less than a dog,                                                                             yet more;                                                                             you are quieter.                                                                             those poems,                                                                             they are like lightning.                                                                             you read about it,                                                                             what it struck,                                                                              how it torched.                                                                             you never see it                                                                             hit.                                                                             but the rain it raineth every day;                                                                             no fable, no rumor.                                                                             wet clothes, blankets.                                                                             outings cancelled.                                                                             you think,                                                                             it's what you do.                                                                              lightning, rain,                                                                             neither contrived:                                                                             the one long,                                                                             the one short,                                                                             in the odds.                                                                              you get the wet bet                                                                              without putting down your money,                                                                             the bills that slipped,                                                                             that swirl out with the lightning,                                                                             among the stars. 

Copyright © August 2012 Mark Steven Scheffer


This Poem was Critiqued By: cheyenne smyth On Date: 2012-08-27 18:01:20
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi Mark, This is such a melancholy poem full of heart-ache and some pain that lies between the lines, unwritten but there just the same. I have failed at picking a favorite line or phrase as they are all compelling and wonderful. sometimes I come across a poem that I wish I had written and this is one of them. More of the same please! Bravo. Best wishes, cheyenne


This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2012-08-11 11:29:22
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Mark, I am not sure whether I like your poetry better when a have a decent clue as to what you are on about, or when I don’t. So, in the spirit of the piece I’ll imagine that I do. What I won’t imagine is that this is a hit piece, a cooking piece, or a pscycological examination of the poet. Rather I will imagine the poet writing a series of disjointed metaphors that make an obscure point. Of course, we do know some things. The poet wrote a poem, either the poet or the poem –imagined-, pool filters make white type noise (I have one and found this analogy comforting), there is lightening is produced in some storms (yet you saw fit to retrofit the lightening with no thunder, although that is not possible; maybe there is the –silent scream- analogy thing going on here), and that rain usually rains a long time but lightening is short, albeit vocal. Then we jump to investments, selling long and selling short (an analogy involving your earlier analogy)- so the tortoise may when the race, but the hare has a damn good chance of making an impact if it is done correctly. Your comparison to wagers and the stock market (so to speak) is a fine vision of the overall culpability of the medium and the investor. And then it is all gone, or where it was going, or however it will be and that is the impact that remains, for good or for bad. It is the –star- of the moment, or does that put the maker with the stars- Or maybe, the best we can do is wager on our lives with the knowledge known, (for poets write and hope the readers find the accruement without pissing anyone off), and when it is all finished, the soul will bank the truth of living, within the cosmic eternity- Or maybe the author is just having some fun… -imagining-. Knowing the author at some level, I’d find that either amusing or anecdotal.
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