Colors of the past

by *rach*and*bee*   Aug 14, 2005


I weave
and i weave
i don't think
i just sit here
and weave
my problems away
i feel only
the intricate knots
beneath my fingers
i see only
the colors
the colors
of the past
the rich yellow
the golden rod yellow
the yellow
of summertime
entwined with
the soft deep brown
the color that still haunts me
the color
of his eyes
but these warm colors
soon fade
to a vibrant red
that seems to flow on
endlessly
red
for my bleeding heart
on and on it flows
red now overwhelming
all other colors
drowning them
cause i can't let go
but just as it seems
that this crimson hell
will never end
the colors change
once again
the red
trickles away
into a deep deep purple
no longer broken
but never to whole
purple
for healing
purple
for the flowers i place
on this fresh dug earth
the grave
of our innocence

i glance downward
my creation is finished

from afar
it is a thing of beauty
you would have no idea
of all the pain
laced inside

by *rach*

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  • 18 years ago

    by aaron c s

    I think that was one of my fav poems i've ever read. i loved the colors of ur life and the metophors that is ur life. u really are a great poet.

  • 18 years ago

    by kiesha

    Wow, that was a really deep and beautiful poem. There's a lot of feeling in it. I liked it a lot. Keep writing and take care.
    ><> Kiesha

  • 18 years ago

    by *rach*and*bee*

    OMG rach that is so good. this is dora by the way...comment mine!!! please

  • 18 years ago

    by *rach*and*bee*

    i know what it's like for you....to have your beauty place on display...for everyone to see.....they don't stop to think of the hurt its causeing you.....they just want the beauty....they're hungry for it....and they will never see the hurt....b/c thats not what they want to see......this poem reminds me so mmuch of how helen of troy must have felt.....she was said to have made the most beautiful tapestrey....and she herself was the treasure of troy....maybe even the reason for war...or not.....the just needed a place to place the blame....but anyway.....she must have poured her soul into those tapestrys...and no one could see the pain they were putting her thorw only for there selfish greed of the need for beauty.....anyway....i feel so empty at the moment....we have so much to relate to.....tho my situation is a little more complex....i feel like i've grown away from myself again....but its ok...i'll make another life it isn't that hard.....
    luv you beyond compare
    bee

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