They’ve lied about the rainbow!
It’s not a blessing of the rain, no!
The truth is in the name!
“Bow” of bow-and-arrow fame!
The proof is in its aim.
Follow rain from whence it came,
You’ll find clouds to roundly blame.
Beautiful but lonely is the sky,
Bluely full of lowly reasons why
It might launch a you or I
Up to say, “Oh, hey there, hi!”
Have you ever been an arrow?
It’s the opposite of scarecrow.
Cloud would command as pharaoh:
“Fly up into the air, go!
Come be my wondrous buddy
Up in this thunderous bubbly!”
Will you obey?
One last thing I’ll say –
If you wish to walk the sky,
Well, there are other ways.
One thing I’d like to posit:
Every lesson learned in life
Has many useful opposites.
Many a reader has felt a book’s nibble
And thought to themselves –
“Is it really so simple?
Is this all there is? Have I solved the riddle?
All that I need is paper and ink
And then I’ll be a book, I think!
To make myself a booky kid
I’ll eat pages by the chapter,
Drinking inklings by the squid!
All gloried stories and happy ever afters!”
If we might be a bit more clever –
Remember that book’s little nibble?
Many books wish hard to be people!
Not set in ink! Not know their end!
So right now let’s be a book friend,
And not conclude this one and then
What would you do with my life?
What would I with yours?
Would you take mine to the knife
And feed it to the birds?
No, you’d lead it to a safe place,
Give it food, drink, book, and blanket,
Say with solid, solemn face,
“What an honor,” and you’d thank it.
Does my life matter more or less
When in different hands?
Would yours be worse or better blessed
On other kingdom’s lands.
May I beg a favor from your wealth
Of thoughtful, caring fame?
Will you be kinder to yourself?
I’ll try to do the same.
How to begin?
Whether stone or story,
What’s our way in?
Olk Krombone saw the earth
Not as a floor
But as something well worth
Digging into much more.
She felt it to be full
And was rather enthralled
At the thought of what all
Could be waiting her call.
She went out and found and held a hole.
Made sure it had ahold of her.
She pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled.
It came very, very slow.
All living springs from giving things
Of ourselves, from the shelves
Of our holy Soul.
Olk came up without an arm
Also came an antlered elk
Of roots and earthy ilk.
It rose up underneath her,
An ancient newborn creature,
To carry wherever Soul would lead her.
Illustration by IS.
He thought and he thought
But nothing came in.
A full brain shutdown.
Had he emptied his bin?
Was it some sort of block?
A thinking famine?
Gray matter gone black?
Out of whimsy and whim
Had he finally gone dim?
A last gasping thought held him,
Looking hopeful but grim:
To jump-start something start jumping!
To get those thoughts up and thumping
He had to get himself bumping!
So he bobbled about and, bubbling something,
Hit the floor and broke through
Falling back on into
His brain where he knew
Some thoughts that were new.
The sheep wondered why
Wolves tried to get by
Wearing the clothes of a sheep.
Even a sheep eye
Sees the wolf in the lie
‘Cause some secrets are too dumb to keep.
In order to solve
This weirdness of wolves
Some sheep took a great howling leap.
They wore all wolf clothes
But as far as that goes
They soon threw them off in a heap.
The sheep quickly learned
Wolf clothes should be burned
For their itchiness burrows in deep.
The sheep happily chose
To share all their clothes
And befriended those wolves for quite cheap.
Drawn by HyruleanHyroe.