red fades to red
68
she stares into the wine
glass lost in the
swirling and flushed
dark brew. you look
wonderful he says. he
always says that, she
is certain, to dismiss
the dead air as if
it still makes her
uncomfortable, the dead
air. dead air is one of
the many dead things
she has learned to live
with. she laughs at the
thought. he smiles. life
is good he reflects. time
settles into a funeral
march and she is further
away. far from the soft
voices and the clinks of
wedding bands against
glass. she is marooned in
that cafe where she met him
while living out her passing.
.
.
.
midnight finds them on the
empty bed, he's dreaming
of summers in the country
while she stares at the back
of his head thinking,
tomorrow she will
wear something
red.
.
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Bravo, Cris A! Great poem! I almost want to request that you write a sequel!
wow, all I see is succulence! :D how am I supposed to come off this high if I continue place myself before such...
So beautifully depressing Cris. Made a lovely breakfast. :)
Well, I would never say it is depressing, I had big smile on my face while reading last part...
Thumbs up Cris.
stunning! guess red really is your colour, Cris - this just leaps off the page, visually and poetically!
Absolutely wonderful!! The images are amazing.
you never fail to impress, do you Cris?
Cris those words are so sad . I can picture a relationship in my minds eye that has run its course . Relationships are great beginnings but sad endings . And the picture with it was very nice . Good job .
Oh by the way I will be working on that poem ! Just don,t expect any Carl Sandburg from me though , but I will give it my best effort ! :)
Red is definitely your color--who is this person? Poetry of infidelity--perhaps? Very well constructed--your work is always consistent and varied--always such a pleasure to read your work. Always.
Thanks you guys!
@tony - i won't, i expect something better :D
"midnight finds them on the
empty bed"
Splendid. Thanks for this.
er how can it be empty if they are on it and what is going on here, do you have to be male to understand it, is it so very definately open to interpretation
This is so great. What a good poem. I'm keeping it, and sharing it with my sister. Thank you, Cris A. The pic is wonderful, too.
OUTSTANDING, This is one great one CRIS the pics are awesome~ I see you have been busy LOL :D
Great work as usual, No need to praise you know words can never express how i feel right now :D:D:D:D:D:D:D
AWESOME !
@Jess
Nothing's more tragic than an empty bed while you're on it. Thanks for reading.
@brenda
just as you understood it. :D
@Paradise
Why thank you. While you're at it, tell your sister to go clickin on my ads! LOL thanks for reading and commenting :D
@Uriel
Outstanding and awesome? That will do! LOL Thanks for dropping by, and the praises! :D
Cris man, you are an amazing writer.
hi jimi, er RK LOL It's been a long time! How are you? Anyway, glad you like this. Thanks for the kind words. Hope there is an art hub from you in the offing :D
Just when I feel I'm missing something I realize that some things never change. Masterful work as usual!
hey nice seeing you here. it's been a long time. anyway, for somebody who looks scary you are most kind. thanks J! I appreciate that :D
I had to come back, without my love buzzed (rose coloured lenses), you know, the cloud of love from being submerged into a love puddled, written high! :)
The image speeks infidelity clearly to me.Very haunting
You have the marraige banded-red hand reaching into a intricly framed white rose (innnocence- true love). Woah, was one caught unfaithful and now trying to recapture the beauty?
Not sure, Yet as is known your images do speak a poem themselves, or story even,
The laying together in an empty bed...( I have felt that)
It bares the fragrance of death. Unfaithfullnes, deception, or just clearly knowing it is over!
Brilliant piece. Just wanted to share what it spoke to me while feeling objective! :)
good thanks because it just seemed a little eerie to me, and also i realise i cant stand red in things, it scares me somehow, like the red on the water under invictus' heart and the red hand. My mind could never fully understand this poem i don't think, i know Cris' work is very well written, always and beautiful art work.
@invictus
thanks for your interpretation :D
@brenda
but your avatar is a red rose, which looks familiar by the way :D
More writing that touches the soul...one of my favorites ;)
Aha! My favourite redhead of all time and ever and ever! How are you? I hope you're doing okay. Anyway...
Thanks for reading this one. And I hope you enjoyed this prelude to what was my first "red" poem. I'm thinking of anothe red, sort of like a closure.
Btw, I have something for you but you have to check back again. But I've done doing 'it' but it needs companions. :D
Oooo,I do love a woman in red, like Dee Dee MonSherie perhaps. LOL Man is she hot! What an early Christmas present she gave me. LOL
Hey, don't worry about you lack of rhyming, no need for it as your poems are all great son. In the 'real' world it seems to be frowned on anyway. lurve ya kid.
Somebody's happy! LOL
You know I'll always be back...no promises when but I'll always be back ;) Especially now that its getting colder out again. All the more reason to stay in and hub!
I hope it gets even colder outside your door and maybe you'd find the drive to hub again. You are missed, you know that! Thanks.
I'll email you if I've posted the wallpaper for you. :D
Thanks! I'll be waiting...patiently
Glad you liked what you saw :D
poetlorraine says:
3 weeks ago
hooray i am the first though i am going back for a second read