Red

Red

Red; the color of freedom.

The echo to a rebel’s sound; the steady tap on the surface of the drums.

Angry strokes along an canvas depict a scene so tangible.

We are no longer content with the silvery tips of a faerie’s wings. 

We sketched their frantic words and fragmented dreams" the broken men.

Red had become so violent" Love is War.

There is another color in all its subtlety.

With its monotone hues and gradient; bowing its cowardly head. 

Red is drowned out in a low hymn of sadness.

There is no place for such madness. 

In these rows of granite.

It begs the question.

Red; the color of freedom.

When will you paint our skies again? When will you light our cities ablaze? 

Red; a color of crossing metaphors.

Free me.

Summer D.

Also Known As: Aisha_U

Reviews

[Jasmine Thousand]

Red? Bad to me...although...ah well I guess it's mixed to me. Yes, it's a really visual piece. I like it! :)

~*Jasmine Thousand~*

[The XYZ Writer]

Strong feelings tied into this once. The way you wrote it depicted to me a bloody war, and then a sweet box of chocolate in a red box. As Breeze wrote, it was quite visual. Painted me many scenes.

[AK]

Brilliant poem! I found the imagery very vivid just like Summer Breeze. There are so many things we can say about the colour red. Great write!

[The Scholar]

This was interesting, I'm reading a book at the moment related to the whole idea of art and its influences in society and worldviews so this was neat. Great poem, very visual and thought-provoking in a not-too-complex way. Nice write.


...made me think of The Beatles =D

[Summer'sBreeze]

I love it, to me (for some strange reason) it was very visual
A great write.