tonight, i am red
tonight, i am red.
asian paints, colour of love red;
vermillion on the forehead red;
sunset skies, port wine red;
devilish lingerie red;
ruby red;
merawala red;
happily ever after red.
i think of the other times
when i was red.
red with shame,
begging you not to leave me.
red with rage,
with the way i have
treated me.
blood red;
gore red;
out damned spot red.
red then,
and still red now.
red , still red,
shades changed
somehow.
Labels: poetry
Selected by Anonymous |
18:37 |
3 Comments:
I really admire your style, always.
Especially liked this poem. I have a lot of admiration for writing with which I can identify. Writing that can help me make sense of my days, my life. Different shades of red, different moods, different perspectives from day to day, I love it!
This is simply red!
I like the way you play around with so many emotions in a single colour. I also like the way you pulled out everyday instances, like "asian paints, colour of love" which comes on TV so often. It seems to corroborate your last poem, "poetry revised" where you say that poetry comes to you in all places. Yes, poetry is flowing out of you (in red streams?)
Loved this one! Tight, not a single spare word anywhere, perfect. I especially liked the way the lines were longer and more easy, lazy, when the poem started... then getting terse and short as the conflict comes in. Very good.
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