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Remembrance of a Rainbow

May 28, 2014


Remembrance of a Rainbow


by Alice Jane-Marie Massa



One of the wonderful parts of growing up in the small, rural, Hoosier town of Blanford was having a big front porch.  Not only did my family love this big front porch, but also visitors loved our porch which had beautiful vistas of fields to the west, north, and east during all seasons of the year.  In my mind, I pleasantly keep a water color painting of a majestic scene I was blessed to view many years ago–decades ago.  However, this pastel remembrance does not fade from my memory album.  The scene was a gift from Mother Nature–a gift to behold.  Standing before the wooden swing on the front porch, I (then, an adolescent) saw a rainbow form and grace the eastern sky, over the land of our neighbors Bill and Clotene Toppas, at the crest of our little hill of the cut-off road.  While I do not have a clear recollection of stars in a night sky, I feel fortunate to have a distinct remembrance of this lovely rainbow on a misty and humid Hoosier day when sun met the rain just to the east of our front porch.


Inspired by this rainbow, I decided to write a second pi poem.  You may remember that I posted a pi poem (“A Pi Poem for a Literary Luncheon”) on April 30.  At that time, I wanted to write a pi poem of 32 lines so that I would use the numerals of the mathematical pi up to the first zero of this infinite number; however, I only crafted 23 lines of poetry to match the first 23 numerals of pi.  With my second pi poem (or “piem”), I did meet my goal of 32 poetic lines.  The number of syllables for each line follows these 32 numerals of pi, up to the zero:  3.14159265358979323846264338327950.  In my previous blog about pi poems, I forgot to mention that a pi poem is most associated with Pi Day–March 14 (3/14).  Nevertheless, if you like pie poems as much as I do, you will be pleased to read the following piem on one of the last days of May.



Meteorological versus Metaphorical Rainbows


(A Pi Poem of Springtime Colors)


By Alice Jane-Marie Massa



A rainbow


A radiant


Prompting umbrella

Holders to close their perk parasols

And look

At a rare gift from Mother Nature;

Yet the scientists


This phenomenon

As sunlight hitting rain droplets

At varying, different angles

To spray a spectacular

Spectrum  of colors, viewed uniquely

By each child,


Tiny raindrops break the sunlight

Into colors.


I say:

Mother Nature’s  palette

Sometimes dribbles


Pastel hues.

What does crafty Mother Nature


The sky—

Rainy sky touched by sunbeams.

Impressionistic painter, please brush

Rainbows on your world.



Enjoy the rainbows of this spring and summer!

Alice and Leader Dog Zoe


May 28, 2014, Wednesday



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  1. I love it! I had never even heard of this form of poem before – I think I will have to give it a go one of these days. Thanks for sharing this, Alice. I am starting to write a bit now – trying to settle in to a new kind of life with my husband’s illness and hospitalizations shifting and changing from day to day. I decided I have to carve out a little time to do some writing and even selected a book that I am going to work my way through and do projects from the book to get me going again. The book is: Writing Personal Poetry: Creating Poems from Your Life Experience.” It is by Sheila Bender. I have begun with the Introduction to the book and writing a reflection on that, for a starter to get me going again. You inspired me this morning with the fresh, spring imagery in your unique poem. Thank you! Lynda

    • Lynda–So nice to hear from you again! Thanks for the comment and book suggestion! Best wishes for better health for your husband. Take care–Alice

  2. I remember sitting on our front porch and watching rainstorms in Arizona with my dad when I was a kid. We had a swing. This was an interesting post.

    • Abbie–Thanks for your Arizona perspective. I imagine that you, like so many others and I, are thinking of Maya Angelou on this day (May 28, 2014) of her passing at age 86. AJM

  3. In my Colorado home I have been delighted by viewing beautiful double rainbows from the big east window of our house. When the sun shines brightly after a Colorado afternoon thunderstorm, I always go to the “rainbow window” in hopes of seeing a brilliant rainbow. Thanks, Alice, for reminding me of the spectacular views from our Indiana home with your descriptive pi poem.
    Love, Mary

  4. Carole permalink

    Your pi poem is so very creative and interesting! The mathematical format is a new one to me and would be quite a challenge. Enjoy your weekend, Alice and Zoe!

  5. I thought of you and your poem this evening as a beautiful rainbow filled the sky for a very long time. During the rainy season, we will have a rainbow or a double rainbow nearly everyday. I now have a new perspective.

    • Carole–Thanks for being the rainbow reporter! I do not ever remember seeing a double rainbow. How magnificent is Mother Nature! Thanks for thinking of my poem–A & Z

  6. Rainbows come and rainbows go, but their beauty in color lasts forever in our minds. Wonderful post, amazing poem, and thank you from the pot of gold at the bottom of my rainbow. dp

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