The Red River Flows

If only, if only

the red river flows.

Like ruby ribbons cascading

through blankets of woes.

Trial and error seeps in

when nobody knows.

The cackling sounds

from behind a door closed.

Stripped bare of disguise,

the truth comes about.

If not from the wise,

then through experience no doubt.

The mask slips down,

pearls fall all around.

Like soft raindrops on rooftops,

covering the ground.

Author's Note

We all have masks.

Anything you have to say is welcome. Thanks for taking the time to read.

Picture from: http://trickfist.com/content/do%20while/the-most-unusual-and-weird-masks/

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Yes, we do. I read the poem as all about the profligacy of life. So much life falls on the ground. Blood, seed, the essence of life. So much of it goes to waste. The fact we -- all 7 billion of us - actually exist is extraordineary. The fact that some of us can turn our hand to communicting in the way that you can is even more extraordinary. Your poem made me think. Well done.

[......]

This is really nicely written, i loved the rhyme scheme.

[MoriartyMesa]

The flow is very charming, along with the mental pictures that are painted,
Rivers to rooftops, part of me feels this mirrors http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3VhDP9-hwY

it feels like a song, but a little sad, nice job

[Revery]

This is good, your rhyming and metaphor is fabulous. The subject of the poems is strong and passionate. Good job.

[persianleopard]

This is a very tidy and well centered poem. It's wonderful and (new made-up word) ponderful. ;)