Remembrance of a Rainbow

 

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

Forms

A radiant

Arc

Prompting umbrella

Holders to close their perk parasols

And look

At a rare gift from Mother Nature;

Yet the scientists

Interpret

This phenomenon

As sunlight hitting rain droplets

At varying, different angles

To spray a spectacular

Spectrum  of colors, viewed uniquely

By each child,

Adult,

Tiny raindrops break the sunlight

Into colors.

Ceremoniously,

I say:

Mother Nature’s  palette

Sometimes dribbles

Leftover

Pastel hues.

What does crafty Mother Nature

Re-design?

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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