Random Rant
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.
Wait. This was written before yesterday?
“From red flaring temper tantrums.”
HISTORY LOOKS SCARY TO ME????
PJ
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.