by silvershoes   Jan 29, 2014

My thoughts of you are red.

Not the flare of passion or tender hues of amaranthus.
We were never a softened tinge of winter bloom.

I see you in the darkening blood of a dying sun,
seeping into a map of black.

I see you walking toward me,
trailing a pool of molten rock,
blotting out the light.

We stand still at the epicenter of the world,
burning up in smoke.


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  • 1 year ago

    by mossgirl19

    Jane, this is fan-bloddy-tastic, borrowing a term of Em. You are so very talented! Love this!

  • 3 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Jane has a gift of excellence when she writes short poems. Each time I read this I came to a different scenario in my head and it left me teary eyed, because it allowed me to wonder off in my own past memories. When a short poem can do that, then it's off the charts in my mind! Well done!!!
    When a short poem is written, using a small tittle adds the perfect touch to the poem and "Red" is explosive!! Really enjoyed this piece!

  • 3 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    Stunning, beautiful, intense, say no more!! :-)

  • 4 years ago

    by Abed


  • 4 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Dark, mysterious and inviting into a world of
    destruction. Liked the images you have drawn here. Congrats on the win.

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