Dappled sunshine in the shade
Surrounded by brilliant rays
On a bright pool day.
I attempt to nestle in the slatted contraption
Of rubber and metal
That is a chair
In the warm shade,
And I bleed.
My children frolic and splash
Show me tricks.
I smile and wave.
They do not know
That my soul bleeds.
I am a constant to them
As the rustling palm trees above their play
As the kiss of the sun
As the embrace of the thick, warm air.
I study the enchanting puffs that are clouds above my day
And contemplate how
To staunch the flow
Before too much
Of my crimson soul
Soaks into the concrete
Comments on: "Crimson" (6)
Wow! That was very cool. It sounded like a great teaser for a monumental novel that I would be very curious to read… See, that’s the thing about poetry; it can be taken so many different directions. That’s why the art can be very beautiful, but very haunting, too. I’m standing here (yes – I’m standing in front of my dresser) wondering if this is some piece that came to you in the middle of the night as a wonderful gift to be shared, or if you’re in a terrible state and I need to call for help!! *cups hands and shouts above the splashing* C’mon, kids! Can’t you see mom is hurting? 😉
How have you been, my friend? It’s been too long. Still busy?
Whatever you’re up to, I hope you have a great week!
I will admit that I have been rather sad lately, but I will get over it. In the meantime, what better way to express it than a poem? Thanks for your care and your compliments. 🙂
Beautiful work, just beautiful 🙂 enjoyed it
Thank you so much, Steve!
Nice poem! I enjoyed reading this well written piece very much, If you are feeling sad I hope it gets better soon.
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