Author: Kim Siever

1. Sitting on my lawn chair as I gaze toward the sky.
2. Clapping at the rainbows as I watch them float on by.
3. Cheering on the unicorns as they dance in the street.
4. Smiling at the glitter as it falls down at my feet.
5. Shaking rainbow pom poms I have bleached a blinding white.
6. Waving denim banner that I keep within the light.
7. Twirling plaided streamers as I bang my silent drum.
8. Building much of nothing with my hands under my bum.

1. While my eyes are searching, something else is urging, tugging at my heart.
2. While my mind is thinking, something else is springing, struggling to impart.
3. While my ears are listening, something else is glistening, sparkling in my soul.
4. While my fingers touching, something else is clutching, marking up the holes.
5. While my reason strengthens, something else does lengthen, beckoning through space.
6. While my logic hardens, something else is ardent, reckoning with grace.
7. While deduction tightens, something else does brighten, whispering beyond.
8. While my body’s proving, something else is moving me to e’er respond.

1. Slumber breeze plucks from the trees the leaves and seeds unbound,
2. Softly down with scarce a sound, impregnating the ground.
3. Fallen snow, a cradle low, to stow from blow aloft.
4. Intertwining rain and shining guiding seedling soft.
5. One hand wise paints blue the skies, established clouds up high.
6. One hand true the sea subdued, renewed the surf and tide.
7. Planted groves and fashioned hooves, and fin and wing prepared;
8. Ash and dust infused by hush, the rush of breath made bare.
9. River shores, and temple doors, and forest floors are where
10. Voice above came down as dove, to them in love declare.
11. Manger still, and garden spill, and pierced hill, nearby.
12. Quiet site, and mountain side, and desert bright, the cry.
13. Seeded through a heart of blue, now made anew and wrought.
14. Planted pink inside the think to never shrink in thought.
15. Lavender the soul to stir, binary blur abound.
16. Hold both hands, I move to stand with divine grand astound.

Listen to me explain the symbolism behind this poem on the following episode of the Hot Pepper Poetry Podcast.

1. Roses drip as trembling lip longs for the words to say.
2. Embers hide the pain inside from fasting, reading, pray.
3. Sunshine streams from horrid dreams of nowhere left to go.
4. Clover struck by mournful luck and nowhere left to grow.
5. Azure skies with teary eyes stare at the door now locked.
6. Lilacs weep at wounds so deep, love and compassion blocked.