Get Your Premium Membership

Black and White Rainbow

Yesterday cliche of a colored rainbow. The archaic arc is a banal kitsch, too low. Poets.... they don't stop using it although. It's just optical science....no hologram show. The hackneyed story... 'sun meets rain'. The 'love' seen for years... again and again. A tired metaphor.. nothing new to explain. That pot of gold mocks.... the 'gays' in pain. The VIBGYOR chroma has had long monopoly. Poets of tomorrow....please search other simile. Colors are now cold... don't hold them clammily. Beautiful?!!..Oh.. Boring, ..Depressing actually. Let's dig some Ozone holes in the sky. How does it matter? We'll see Ultraviolet... We'll see Infrared... Who says it's a disaster? Let's turn, Black and White', the pretty colored laughter. Don't let that shining visual smile live happily ever after. 31st October ,2018

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things