Rainbow's End

I heard there were large pots of gold

At the end of every rainbow

I went searching for the gold pots

Not once stopping to stand and stare

At the lovely hues of rain’s bow

I cared not for red or orange

Nor for yellow nor green nor blue

The violet and indigo

I just ignored and  let them go

Golden dreams filled my entire mind

Spring just sprung unnoticed and waned

Summer sun’s glow could hardly match

The glitter and glory of gold

Autumn’s leaves did I behind leave

The winter of my life has come

The pot of gold has now been found

But it can’t buy back those lost hues

Seasons come just but only once

In one’s lifetime and go away

What ‘s lost has been lost forever

Journeys end in destinations

Destinations never bring back

All the missed joys of the journey


30 comments:

dvirada said...

What a resplendent poem! Really loved the flow and the subtle philosophical message.Its thought provoking.
You have let the reader ponder about the resplendant joys he becomes blind to when they are at his disposal,when he is drowned in the intricate web of avarice. Later when he finds his life in gray humdrum , there is nothing he can do to get those joys back. You have conveyed the messaged beautifully.

Shilpa Nair said...

Wow, how poignant...!!! N sadly true.

Gigi Ann said...

Very nice poem and so much truth in it.

Jingle said...

very poetic.

lovely flow.

A++

The Fool said...

Thanks a lot, dvirada, Shilpa, Gigi and Jingle.

mindlovemisery said...

An important lesson. Lovely poem

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lunawitch15 said...

then it is time to make new memories!
new hues.
:)

Genebrother said...

Rainbows are a continuation of the first storm. The pot is man made.
You now know you can sit back and enjoy it with someone.

Nicely written

Genebrother

The Fool said...

Thanks for your lovely comments, Genebrother,lunawitch1tch15 and mindlovesmystery. Shall mail you, guest author.

Victoria said...

Such a wonderful lesson in this poem. Every moment is gold.

Radhika said...

Its a good reminder how lost hues can never be gained back and we all should treasure each single minute of our life.

Brian Miller said...

nice...so much to be said of appreciating the journey...the pot of gold is not where its found for our destinations are often squandered...

Claudia said...

lots of truth in your write...and who wants a pot of gold anyway when there's the rainbow to ride on...

dustus said...

"The pot of gold has now been found
But it can’t buy back those lost hues"

Such an important message you convey in order to one day avoid the pangs of regret.

Beachanny said...

Wonderful how the colors and seasons take you through a lifetime. Ignoring the joy of the day is not unusual in a lifetime, when plodding through is what we do but it is important to experience the now and not wait until it's too late. Great write. Gay

The Fool said...

Thanks a lot for yoour appreciative comments, Radhika, Brian Miller, Claudia, dustus and Beachanny.

The Fool said...

Thanks, Victoria. Glad you liked the lesson.

neelanjana said...

Splendid! Splendid!
And also, this blog template suits this poem admirably.

The Fool said...

Thanks Beachanny, dustus, Claudia, Brian, Radhika and Victoria.

Stacy L. Kersten said...

I really enjoyed this piece, how you remind one to take full advantage of the present as we don't get to repeat any moments in this life. Very inspiring.

You might like to see my blog if you like poetry and more inspiration, I do it all for free and aid fellow poets in their writing endeavors!

http://www.the-writers-cafe.blogspot.com/

The Fool said...

Thanks, Stacy. Checked out your site. Nice one. Shall be visiting regularly.

shail said...

Love the idea and the way you portrayed it. :)

The Fool said...

Thanks a lot, Shail.

trisha said...

splendid poem. just splendid. i am the lucky one who soaked its beauty, never heard of the story of gold pot :) before i started to blog.

thank god!

The Fool said...

Thanks, Trisha. Good to know.

zephyr said...

That was one profound poem. Loved the flow. btw, why The Fool?

The Fool said...

Thanks zephyr. I beleive Fools think themselves to be wisemen while wisemen know themselves to be Fools. Hope you get the drift.

sowmya said...

lovely poem...
:)

The Fool said...

Thanks, Sowmya.

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