Bull Red

Bull Red

A Poem by Trée

The fight for my son's academic soul continues.


Bull Red

Red on White Red

Red in a sea of Black Red
Red in the beat of my Heart Red

My Red
His Red
All the same Red
A Red I know Red
A Red I loathe Red
A Red stained through time Red
A Red beyond Clorox Red
A Red I never want to see again Red

Red so Red I hardly recognize it Red
A Red that screams the silent scream of parents Red
The Red of regret
of anger
of frustration
of apathetic silence
The Red of hand raised
The Red beyond reach

I don't much like Red
Hue aside
But my world seems nothing less
endless lines
endless drops
endless Mares

Between here and there is Red
Drowning Red
Machete Red
Red shinning bright Red
Red turning Tawny Red
The Red of Oxblood Red

This in not the red of cardinal
neither petal
nor pen
neither dawn before dawn
nor dusk before dusk

Wave your cape Red
Red for the Bull
Red for the Anger
Red for the utter Helplessness
Red for the Curtain
Red for Final
Frailty Frailing Red


© 2009 Trée

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Added on February 7, 2009



Franklin, TN

When I was in college I was told I should not consider a career in writing. For the next 20 years I wrote nothing. About three years ago, I discovered blogging and fractals. I started posting fractals.. more..

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A Poem by Trée