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Posted on May 21st, 2006 by Moltencuriosity : Builder of Friendships, not Friends lists Moltencuriosity
 

Red Life

Sweet, venomous valentine promises spoken from red lying lips, parted by a forked tongue, bringing red roses, red tulips, two lips pressed together in a fine red line, too much red wine in front of a roaring fireplace; red hot poker, Snap Dragon bud, a butterfly's sweet red smile, purity given to the scarlet letter; no crimson tide floats a red dawn, red letter day, bright red pulsing pain, strained (fear stained) red face, blood bathed cries of new life need a red baby buggy bumper, Raggedy Andy, clowns funny nose, and one red candle; red scabs on little knees from red flaring temper tantrums.


Red carpet dreams replaced by a red ball, ladybug colored car, toy fire trucks, red tipped matches, fire trucks have flashing red lights that seem to scream; is someone screaming? Fade in to blood shot eyes, seeing blood stained bandages that after time give birth to thick red scars, disfiguring a once perfect flower; flowers everywhere the eye can see under a red sunset, viewed by red rimmed springs of sorrow that regard a small wilted flower, with scarred red petals holding onto a new mother rose with painted red nails and ruby lips, holding a distant sad smile as the red cold ears of all hear the drumming of earth striking cherry wood.


The path of the little red school house is hard to keep; a teacher's red pen is a sword that slays, but cruel, teasing red necked boys breed swollen knuckles and bloodied, broken noses; anger comes like a quick hot flash, causing the path of the little red school house to be left behind, so raise a red scarred hand for Uncle Sam, giving allegiance to the red striped flag; please protect us from the great red bear.


Rubies rain from thorny roses; crimson rivers flow from pleading springs; red cross high, red cross low, like a little red humming bird, flitting in vain from flower to quickly wilting red flower. Red dragons from above finish what red tipped matches could not, bringing a faded blossom with red rimmed springs of sorrow and ruby colored lips, holding a distant sad smile, ignoring the weight of the red striped flag as the drumming of earth striking cherry wood fades into the past.

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3 days later
Diane said

Wait. This was written before yesterday?

4 days later
Peggy J said

“From red flaring temper tantrums.”

HISTORY LOOKS SCARY TO ME????

PJ

Moltencuriosity : Builder of Friendships, not Friends lists
4 days later
Moltencuriosity said

Yes Diane,
     It was there before that unnamed poem was in there; it was actually written a couple of years ago, though I have twaked it here and there.

It is actually just a poetic story written in prose Peggy, but i had plenty of my own history to draw on to get the raw feeling.

I hope you two enjoyed it and thakks for commenting.

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