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
And sometimes
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
Below me.
Dear Diary .... by Kellianne Sweeney 
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!
-Jimmy
Hi Jimmy
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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