Bull Red
Red on White Red
Red in a sea of Black Red
Red in the beat of my Heart Red
My Red
His Red
All the same Red
A Red I know Red
A Red I loathe Red
A Red stained through time Red
A Red beyond Clorox Red
A Red I never want to see again Red
Red so Red I hardly recognize it Red
A Red that screams the silent scream of parents Red
The Red of regret
of anger
of frustration
of apathetic silence
The Red of hand raised
The Red beyond reach
I don't much like Red
Hue aside
But my world seems nothing less
endless lines
endless drops
endless Mares
Between here and there is Red
Drowning Red
Machete Red
Red shinning bright Red
Red turning Tawny Red
The Red of Oxblood Red
This in not the red of cardinal
neither petal
nor pen
neither dawn before dawn
nor dusk before dusk
Wave your cape Red
Red for the Bull
Red for the Anger
Red for the utter Helplessness
Red for the Curtain
Red for Final
Frailty Frailing Red
10 comments:
The battle for my son's academic soul continues. The most difficult thing in the world is to raise one's voice at a child (15 tomorrow) over the phone knowing you can't walk in his room later and hug him. This is the pain of separation.
How true...It is really painful to do that. I can relate so well here...
This is an amazing poetry. Very evocative of the things that the color represent...
Coincidentally I just wrote about green... Makes me wonder if we are polar opposites or just the balancing act!
Friendship is so perfect like the one I share with you! Thank you for being my friend!
Mona, likewise, thank you for being my friend. :-)
Je reste stupéfaite face à cette image pour une raison simple que je vous indiquerai plus tard quand je serai prête ! Vous serez sans doute très surpris aussi et vous comprendrez pourquoi !
Je suis stupéfaite aussi pour cette poésie qui parle de couleur et comme pour votre image, j'avais écrit il y a fort longtemps un poème sur la couleur...Je vous le déposerai ici après ce message.
Aurions-nous tous les deux un esprit qui tend vers une même harmonie pour être à ce point si proche dans nos représentations ?
Tout ce que vous faites est toujours aussi merveilleux et vous offrez énormément de plaisir au regard et à l'esprit !
I remain amazed face this image for a simple reason that I will indicate later when I'm ready! You'll probably also very surprised and you will understand why !
I'm also amazed by this poetry and which speaks about color, as for your image, I wrote long ago a poem about the color ... I was placed here after this message.
Would we have both a mind that tends towards a same harmony to be so close in our presentations?
Everything you do is still beautiful dear Trée!
You offer a lot of pleasure to the eyes and mind!
Belle et Mystérieuse
Elle nous vient du fond des âges
Et me laisse songeuse...
Fascinante et sauvage
Elle ne subsiste que pour celui qui la vit.
Véritables féeries nuptiales,
Fantaisie esthétique pour nos yeux éblouïs,
Elle reste pure et inexplicable.
Quand vient la nuit, elle fuit
Et semble laisser avec elle
Une délicate saveur des mille et une nuits.
A l'aube, elle renait toujours plus belle,
Prenant les formes les plus inattendues
Et les plus fantasques absolus.
...Couleur, tu restes inconnue,
Pourtant je t'avais reconnue !
Ecrit le 10/87. C'est la première fois qu'il est édité en public, et c'est vous qui en profitez ! ;)
Beautiful and Mysterious
She comes from the depths of time
And leaves me a dreamer ...
Fascinating and wild
She only remains for those who live.
Fairy real wedding,
Fantasy aesthetic for our dazzled eyes,
She remains pure and inexplicable.
When comes the night, she flees
And she seems to leave with she
A delicate flavor of the thousand and one nights.
At dawn, she reappear always beautiful,
Taking the most unexpected form
And the most fantastic absolutes.
... Color, you remain unknown
Yet I have recognized you!
Written on 10/87. This is the first time it is published in public, and it is you who benefit from it. ;)
Pierre, the beauty of this poem leaves me speechless; and that you would share it here for the first time leaves me speechless; and that you have shown me such kindness leaves me speechless. What I really want to do is rip all your clothes off and let my tongue communicate without the words I've seem to have lost.
For so many reasons, this poem is unsurpassed, forthright and essential in a way that though one could not have imagined it possible reaches a peak higher still. Or perhaps that should be a depth. Overwhelming virtues to this poem, truly, honestly and more so than at any other time, I know not how to begin encompassing thoughts in relation thereto into words, at the base of it all (to use it and away with any hope of even mediocre articulation and with apologies in advance not for language, that is honest sentiment, but for abbreviating), I ****ing love this poem and I ****ing hate the reason you needed to. Left wishing one could take, bear so you wouldn't have to. But, how I love this poem. It does not quieten, not as it ends, not as hours pass, all day yesterday and still this next day, all I see is this, reds, words, images, emotion, beauty in language.
I hope the hours passing on this special day brought some hue variations. H
This poem is unpretentious TREE but I thank you from my heart to have read it.
Your poems are dazzling .... It is you the poet, It is you writer and when I read your writings, I am a dreamer ...
Vos poèmes restent éblouïssants.... C'est vous le poète; c'est vous l'écrivain et quand je lis vos écrits , je reste songeuse...
Je voulais surtout démontrer cette similitude que possèdent nos esprits. Deux êtres sur la planète qui admirent certaines choses semblables. Deux êtres qui réalisent une image presque identique.
C'est incroyable !
Regardez plutôt à cet endroit :
http://dom-creations06.blogspot.com/
seconde image: "Fractale 90"
Et vous comprendrez pourquoi !
N'y a t-il pas un petit air de ressemblance ?
I wanted to demonstrate this similarity that our own minds. Two beings on the planet who admire some things similar. Two people who make an image almost identical.
It's incredible!
Look here instead:
http://dom-creations06.blogspot.com/
Image seconds "Fractale 90"
And you understand why?
Is he not a little resemblance air?;))
MoonStone.
Pierre, your comments are the water to my thirst, the air to my lungs, the bread to my stomach, the roof over my head and the blanket around my shoulders on a cold night. You, my dear, are magnificent! Thank you. :-)
Ms Storm, I am blown away, no pun intended. It never occurred to be as I bled red that this poem was anything special or that anyone would even give it a second thought. I'm reading your comment again to make sure it says what I thought it said. Thank you. :-)
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