I’m taking a slow look around
The cold rain hits the ground
My mind is soaked with great distress
The rain is ruining my silky dress
This dark street is cold and alone
I'm standing near a dead pay phone
Puddles gather at my feet
This is where we said we’d meet
Over an hour has now passed me by
I hope you wore your red silk tie
Sirens fill the gaping hole
As if it wrenched my very soul
At that point I think I knew
The blaring sirens were for you
Split the silence from my scream
I wish to wake now from my dream
Stillness fills our lifeless home
I never thought I’d be alone
It rained the day you went to dust
I’ll say goodbye, if I must
As I hang my head to cry
I crumble up your red silk tie
A contest entry
- The color Red by LadCoberst.
700 points, ended July 19, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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Great take on the prompt!
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I am kind of missing the red imagenery, but I won't judge you for that if this is the way you feel red. I usually don't like poems with rhyming, but this one was great. None of them felt forced at all!
Overall, a really intriguing read!
Thank you for your enter!
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