I see enchanting rainbow in the sky
Spellbound, my imagination can fly
Fine poetry or prose I surely will try
Before colors fade in my mind’s eye

Excited, I put my thoughts in line
Nouns, verbs, adjectives combine
But not as lovely as rainbow, I pine
Muse and inspiration sadly decline

Pausing in trying I do a patient wait
To lure the elusive muse I give it a bait
A whistle, a song, a bow from the waist
Anything to avoid this poem’s sad fate

Bravely I tippy toe for a dizzying whirl
Stomp, hop, skip and polka for a twirl
A mystic rain dance for ideas to unfurl
Cajoling the muse to shine like a pearl

Up in the sky, the rainbow’s still there
Colors so bright like a fairy muse so fair
Words oozing out, must hurry to declare
This is the poem my muse gifts to share

Elusive muse rides on rainbow’s crest
Provoking thoughts of beauty at best
When the rainbow fades at God’s behest
Inspiration bestowed is amply refreshed

Linda P. Jacob

Cottony clouds sailing the azure sky

Wait, here’s my request before you fly by

Whip bits of you around a honeyed stick

Shimmering white cotton candy for a gift

You’re too far away beyond my reach

Hear me before the sun beams shift

[Snow white cotton candy in the sky — Photo by Nikki Gordoncillo Arellano]

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Tomorrow

What is tomorrow but a wisp
From today gone to yesterday
Today well and wisely spent
Threads another day’s descent
For work, rest, sleep or play

Don’t fret about tomorrow
That too will be a fair today
Spooled to a sealed yesterday
But care most about this day
Lived not in dismay nor fray

Cast all anxieties in a rut
But not in tomorrow’s vat
As morning sun rises anew
So hopes and promises flow
Come birth of every morrow

Look toward tomorrow
With steadfast trust and faith
Integrity in today’s moments
Time fleeting in contented wait
Tomorrow’s joys never too late

(Photo by Rorie Pandes)

Linda P. Jacob