A rainbow requires a rain that stings
against the broken beams of sunlight,
then slowly lifts its colour from the sky
or shatters into mist on the earth.
I watched each shimmering light
from across the valley,
and the highest peaks where
scraggly goats adjust their footing.
Meltwater races down
to the river rushing by,
where some fish brace the current's weight
and others choose to carelessly let go.
As another crossroads comes into view,
I hear the gravel crunching the tune
of both right and wrong.
I join them—flat-footed,
unsure, waiting.
Written for Poets and Storytellers United #241 – change
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

I love everything about this poem! How vividly you have created the scenario, and the dilemma it symbolises.
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Thanks Rosemary 🙏 This one took a bit of work!
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I love how the imagery carries such depth of thought.
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Thanks Sumana 🙏 This is actually something that I’m thinking about a lot at the moment. Whether it’s time for a change again.
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A wonderful poem.
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Cheers Paul 🙏
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Most welcome Shaun ❤️
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This is a stunning piece, Shaun.
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Thanks so much Eugi 🙏
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You’re welcome, Shaun.
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I love this!
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Thanks Catherin 🙏
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Are you doing a poem a day for Poetry Month?
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I’ve been doing a poem a day for about 4 years now 👍 I know about the April and October (?) poetry months. What is this one in August?
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I think August might be only for Oz
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that’s impressive shaun
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