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twin raINBOWS

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Twice the Road to the Pot of Gold

Twin rainbows arch across, the morning sky,
two parallel arcs, hung reflected on high.
One for tomorrow, one for regrets, grown old—
Twice the road, to the pot of gold.

One for what the years let go,
One for what our hearts may know,
One bow new, and one bow old,
Colors are reversed, reflections in bold—

Once is never enough to seal your fate,
to frame your day, bent-curved, not straight.
Déjà vu dancing the two-step, twice,
fortune laughing, with serendipity its dice.

But within which bow does the pot of gold lie in?
In either bow, or at either end, where to begin?
Unless contradictions can be endured,
the true treasured pot of gold, lies well secured.

Oh carry me where the wild lights fold.
Twice the road to the pot of gold.
With one bow new, and one bow old.
Twice the road to the pot of gold.

The second bow, dim, turns the first, inside out,
showing what faith and shadows are all about.
Gold may not glitter where legends are told—
but when opposites marry, their fates turn to gold.

They say what’s lost may yet return,
when tomorrow and past in one fire burn,
Yet twin truths, have a dual strong hold—
and there's two roads to the pot of gold.

The second bow is the B-side in undertone spun,
It's night upturned in the noonday sun.
Its underside chants what the first bow concealed,
Hidden in mirrored arched echoes, half-revealed.

Change comes layered like strawberry shortcake
with cream folds laid between make and break.
Two thresholds to be crossed, one unknown,
one outward walked, the other inward grown.

Oh carry me where the wild lights fold.
Twice the road to the pot of gold.
With one bow new, and one bow old.
Twice the road to the pot of gold.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Edmonds  Avatar
April 24, 2026 at 2:30 AM
Who knows which road to treasure they must take, the rainbow at the top or the one below, whichever one may choose, they either win or they lose. Enjoyed reading your poem John… Beryl
Anderson Avatar
April 24, 2026 at 10:48 AM
Thanks very much for the feedback. All the best. Cheers
Alexander Avatar
April 23, 2026 at 9:30 PM
Well done. Showing what faith and shadows are all about. But within which bow does the pot of gold lie? I would like to think within the individual.
Anderson Avatar
April 24, 2026 at 10:49 AM
Yes, good point! Thanks for the comment. Cheers
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