Poem for a Rainbow Like You. ~ Andrea Rossin

Via Andrea Rossin
on Dec 5, 2013
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By Sergiu Bacioiu from Romania (Water Drop – Explored) [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

part one:

I was swirling through the rainbow the other day lying on my back

dropping a line
into the deep earth
a meditation of light
and I counted to five and surpassed myself at seven
staying for a while to rise
with breath

from red
to orange
and into yellow

rising and falling
playing the hot musical spectrum up and down
of a life beyond thought
reduced to the open and falling heaves
of the belly

swirling in yelloworgangered
dropping that line deep deep into the earth past myself
talking through the bundles of nerves on the spine
talking through the map of the body
talking through an exhale into yellow
through green behind closed eyes

green arpeggios that clawed at the center of my chest
green arpeggios that tore through the swells of edged darkness
and melted into electric blue
lightening blue in the base of my clavicle
a shell of blue light
vibrating from last light blue in the sky to
starlight imagination
in watery reflection

I dropped the line from blue
to green
from green to yelloworangered
dipping back into what felt like space
beneath my upwardly prone stance

this is where I struggle to understand the XY axis of being human


part two:

I drew the line upwards
letting it pool in swirling curls
talking through the greenblue symphony of waves behind my closed eyes
storming and gathering and breaking
over and over again in greenblue rising arpeggiated light

up the chin

through the lips

and the bridge of the nose

between the eyes

where my glasses rest

and up just a little more up into the front of the forehead

where thoughts release into indigo focus
bending outwards now
blueindigo melodies
melting away beneath the breath and longing and fears
beneath the temporary face and soft skin and hard bones
beneath the time
and ground
and redorangeyellow

blueindigo I understand you.


when I open up my head to violet

angels rush through my skull
pulling my hair into a crown of white light
cloudy figures play against
a cool spectrum of
light-washed violet
streaming down like water on upright glass

blurry vision beyond vision

and violet time bounces off the insides
of the shell of breath inside the chest
still tracking exhales


a rainbow of light now



part three:

I was tracking through the meditation of color
with my eyes closed
lying on my back
and it was a long time
that I lay there
dropping a thread
from a ball of light in my belly

and down

asking the axis

I hear she knows


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About Andrea Rossin

Andrea Rossin is a long-time Boulder, Colorado community gal; in the summertime you can find her working at festivals like Wanderlust and Mountain Jam, and during the year she spends her time teaching 10th grade American Literature at North High School in Denver. Approaching the world with sharp wit and a critical eye, she fancies herself an irreverent yogi, a community folkloricist, and a pseudo-intellectual who, ultimately, scoffs at just about everything while simultaneously taking in wisdom from experience. She performs with Iya Ami, an all-women’s Afro-Cuban folkloric vocal and drum group, whenever they are accepted into the Oregon County Fair or included in String Cheese Incident’s Horning’s Hideout productions, and produced The Human Cabaret, a diverse performance collection of Boulder’s fringe poets and musicians. Andrea loves to dance, sing, and laugh with her friends. Originally from New York, she has lived along the front range of Colorado’s Rocky Mountains for eighteen years with her daughter, Cassidy Cahill, and her son, Mylo Watts. She has her Master’s degree in Religious Studies and a BA in Creative Writing from The University of Colorado.


2 Responses to “Poem for a Rainbow Like You. ~ Andrea Rossin”

  1. Rita M. Allegretto says:

    Andrea, I loved your use of color and language in the poem and how you moved the words through your body. Great images. The one thing that stumped me was the reference to "my upwardly prone stance." How can one be upward and prone at the same time? I love poetry and have my own website with friends. Rita M. Allegretto

  2. andrea says:

    the idea is that when I meditate I like to lay on my back – so then upwardly prone is a visual oxymoron, because prone is lying on one's stomach, right? but I took some liberty with prone in terms of the idea of being laid out, and as a reference to what we suffer from, or experience. and then there's the issue around the "XY axis of being human" that I allude to in the poem. once we close our eyes, what is "upwardly" and what is otherwise? I find that in tracking the chakras through my body, I struggle in the sense of really visualizing how they sit in the three-dimensional space of my corpus, and then I struggle with "grounding" when I am not "stacked," as in sitting meditation. working on this visualization is a process.

    just some thoughts.

    thanks for your feedback, I really appreciate you reading my work.