I ached,
confessed, took humbly retribution
its eons a stream of green and yellow deaf pain
self anointed until at last enlightened
I divined
a lovely droplet clear yet deep as war ground memories,
their remarkable warming meadows, these: their reminiscences
even rising in winter like breathless dusks and its decisions of dawn
only the wanderer of nights and far away solitudes of days
ever sees or spreads his heart and soul in ascension to regain.
Still, I ached and my salted seas, impassioned
though longing were becalmed, windless and still,
until now where above an orchid bright as kisses I float
upon its tongue dark, richly glossily
such true blush risen through svelte and pale walls.
Released, from within, more deeply
your new and soaring song
am I;
filled with the shining, ancient colorful light
of a lovely droplet clear and brave like heroes and lovers,
the child of the reflection of kisses on tearful faces
of love and birth and death.
I am become
a rising oboe song a soul, the flight of the violin bow,
I sing
like a million baby birds
in their first morning flight and I tremble
to you love the purest hue of sweetest of wines
drawn from the hidden cauldron of my only moon
the remarkable sum,
boldness of both dusk and dawn,
passion.
Author notes
anonymous contest ... don't use my name ... oki doki?
prompt: the color red
background by author, excerpt from a work by unknown artist
In a list
A contest entry
- Write Me a Color by Concrete Angel.
550 points, ended June 26, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wonderful incredible, not enough word in the human language incredible concrete angel ia a good friend of mine but this shoulda won the gold she is crazy!
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Oh such beauteous words. I don't know how you did it, but you made me see red from the very beginning! I think it was this line that completely gave it away lol: "a lovely droplet clear yet deep as war ground memories"
Such profound imagery. I fear I may put everyone who followed the rules into my finalist section lol -
whew...you inspire. This poem is just remarkable. I thought to copy and paste passages that particularly sung to me, but realize I'd simply copy and paste the poem in its entirety here.
It confesses, caresses, self-actuates, perpetuates, dances, romances, gives birth, knows death, insinuates itself in quiet solo and Wagnerian waves. It whispers in blood's inner ear "take a piece of this poem and carry it to open air...fling it high then catch a wing and soar away."
It is amazing. I fell into this one, my friend... wow
(mmm.. you will forgive my subdued timbre this morning, eh?
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This is simply one of the most achingly beautiful poems I've ever read...of yours or anyone else's, for that matter. While the prompt of the color "red" is remarkably addressed, I see the entire rainbow reflected within your poignantly-painted words. This should do quite well in the contest, Poet. It is a deeply moving piece that deserves many accolades. 
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deep as war ground memories - i really love this imagery, even though i ahve never been at 'war' per se i have had many wars.
the wanderer of nights and far away solitudes - and another line which stands alone in solitude!
filled with the shining, ancient colorful light - hehehe.
i did not want to just paste back all so i picked my favourite sections. a good poem. now get the music flowing and the pipe blowing
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