Somewhere
I can find a rainbow
smuggled in like an overcoat
thrown across my shoulders
in chilly December.
Somewhere
I will see a dark window
where a winged angel sits cradling
a homeless soul on a grimy ledge
over D.C.’s VIP traffic.
Somewhere
maybe what we don’t yet know
will be all that is true power
faith beyond snip and tucked illusions
on venal wrinkling faces.
Carrie's Sunday Muse #190 photo prompt Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt#239: 66 words exactly, "smuggle"
Dreams from a Pilgrimage 
Beautiful contrast. Wonderful imagery. Thank you, Dora.
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So thankful for your comment, Bob. Hope you’re having a good weekend.
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I love the idea of a rainbow being smuggled in like an overcoat! This is truly a wonderful poem Dora!!
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Thank you so much, Carrie. I loved your prompt photo. 🙂
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We all need that “true power faith” that is “beyond snip and tucked illusions
on venal wrinkling faces”
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We do very poorly without it.
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I tried to get Carrie not to use this pic, but that girl do like she want. I like how you contrasted with the “VIP traffic.”
Pssst, I think you will like Monday’s list!
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Haha! Thank you, Shay. I can’t wait till Monday to see what you’ve got cookin’! 😉
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Somewhere, somewhere … I needed to read this more than once, so so good.
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Thank you so much, Helen! ❤️💚
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Very powerful! I particularly liked –
‘Somewhere
I will see a dark window
where a winged angel sits cradling
a homeless soul on a grimy ledge
over D.C.’s VIP traffic.’
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Thank you kindly, Carol. 🙂
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Nicely done!
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Kind of you, Na’ama!
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Beautiful poem Dora. Love the last stanza.
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I’m so glad. Thank you, Sadje. 🙂
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This was absolutely lovely, Dora.
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Thank you, Dale.
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😊
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Dear Dora,
Ah somewhere. Love the imagery and sentiment here.
Shalom u’vracha,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Somewhere, not here, not yet, which is where faith steps in, praise God. Thank you.
Shalom u’vracha,
Dora
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Lovely imagery in this, Dora. I especially love the first stanza, smuggling in a rainbow like an overcoat in chilly December 🙂
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Thank you, Sunra. It’s a useful art, smuggling rainbows! 😀🌈
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Absolutely, Dora! We could all do with learning how to these strange days! Wishing you a great Sunday 🙂
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You too, Sunra. Have a good one. 😉🎄
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Your images sharp and provocative. He watches over us all
Happy Sunday
Much💟love
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Amen! He knows and keeps watch. 💟💟💟
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Love this. A perfect contrast between assumed power and actual holding-back-the-chaos power. The substitution of cheap cruelty for actual power speaks to our own conceptual weaknesses.
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I’m so gratified you picked up on that, W., and so glad you enjoyed it! Thank you.
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Love the optimism of this Dora, that ‘Somewhere’ we will find good things. The imagery of the rainbow in the first stanza is perfect.
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Thank you so much, Marion. Glad you liked it!
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I would like that rainbow too, Dora!
And yes that ‘true power’ is definitely somewhere.
Wonderful and profound write. ❤️
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Punam, thank you kindly, my friend. ❤️💚
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My pleasure.
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Somewhere Dora, somewhere…
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Reality isn’t all that it seems to be and the story’s not finished.
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Somewhere over the rainbows, dream really do come true…hey, one can hope
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And one does and should. 😉
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” a rainbow / smuggled in like an overcoat” – Excellent!
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Thank you, qbit!
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I really, really love this poem! Perfect.
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Thank you so very much, Sherry. 🙂
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Yes, somewhere…maybe we don’t know yet! Beautifully rendered, Dora.
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Thank you so much, Lynn.
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A good poem of the contrast of class and income
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Thank you, Jimmy. We’re literally seeing it dramatically illustrated on our streets.
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True more and more we see the contrast
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Incredible imagery in this brilliant poem, Dora!
Just one of many that stood out for me:
“faith beyond snip and tucked illusions
on venal wrinkling faces.”
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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