There is a crimson heart, fragile, rapt

in ribbons of warm velvet devotion; 

it pumps and flows,

this vessel of rich red darkness, 

steeped by experience and translucent scars

etched and carved by the throes of life.

There is a red hot anger that spatters and soaks you – 

but for a moment –

then runs smooth and deep

scarlet as it soothes and cloaks you

and keeps you warm.

There is a woman, your crazy love

with the breakable heart;

listen to her


the bleeding


8 thoughts on “Red

  1. The red caught my eye. I have a love-distrust relationship with the colour red. I always wear it when I want to cheer myself up as it signifies warmth and positive action; yet it also means anger, destructive fire, and war.
    You have described these contrasts well in this poem.
    Thanks for the inspiration!


    1. Thanks, Diana. I changed my blog’s theme yesterday, a theme which allows me to showcase individual featured images as each post’s header photo, or banner, if I so desire. It’s a pretty cool feature. 🙂


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