Obscured by clouds!

Obscured by clouds!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Was the light from the rainbow
just a deviation of ....
what could be,
and what is now.
There was no
pot of gold.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Ah I thought upon reading the title. The film or the soundtrack by Pink Floyd. But no it is a deceptively simple thought on wishes. Excellent.

Posted 8 Years Ago


You couldn't find it, 'cos I got there first and married it.!!

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

thank you norman
andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

i thought you did!
Maybe you'll just have to dig a little deeper??:) Maybe we all have to try a little harder to find it?? I know it's there, darn it! Love the poem Andrew!

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

thank you annette for a lovely review.
:( as any Irishman can tell you sir...it is kept in deep secret hiding by the little People .. so don't believe it isn't there sir! :)
E.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

is that why i cant find it!
Einstein Noodle

8 Years Ago

yes ..and you never want to piss them off sir ...no....not ever ... they are a very mischievous lot
dear Andrew... we had a beautiful green leprechaun chisseled out of cement... by our mailbox for twenty years
that was part of our family sitting beside a black antique pot... there was no gold, however, someone a few years ago stole the leprechaun and the pot. It was a kidnapping.
What type of "omen" could that be for the
kid-napper !! truly, Pat


Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

how terrible pat but funny cos it happened to me with two stone lions
Patricia Wedel

8 Years Ago

Thievery is a way of life for some people...
I saw a sign in the yard of an old home in the .. read more

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Added on June 22, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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