Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Shades of Red

How does it feel
To vomit into silence
Crimson sheets,
Laden with emotion,
Written in haste?

I know I should have thought
And asked it much before.

Silence swiftly volleys back
With all the force rejections pack.
Shrapnel-phrases spear through,
And leave a leaking rotting wretch,
Grimly painted all in red.

Count the slowly dying days
And wonder how I made,
With all the blood and sweat I have
My arrow bed in red.

5 comments:

Robert said...

A very artful execution.There is something very unique about your style.The mastery of your first poem is as matured as the very last one.The grip on language,the images and portrayal of all sorts of emotions are equally strong and very constant throughout.Interesting.

Other Mary said...

Very visceral piece. The last line is gold! Also like your TS Eliot line under your blog title.

Morning said...

love this one, very poetic and dreamy imagery.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

A potent read, and the last stanza is especially wonderful!

Ella said...

Well Done, so vivid and raw! You express so well with your imagery~