Red~

~OracleSeries~

Crimson apples

filled with helium

I curve crescent spine

blending into white sheets

spread on a rock by a stream

playing strings on fire

branching underground

inverted tree

giving face

through a bed of violets

two red beryl tulips

a wound in my side

for his heavy fingerprints

pull of weeds

a  garland of doves in the mud

his shoes black

shiny

on a bench

he comes to

with an ache in his side

a bottle of wine pouring petals in a circular dance

creating a horizon of ochre

silver clouds

a city

where arms reach between buildings

closing distances

on a screen of pale hues

bleeding themselves into crisp ruby pleats

up the thighs of the girl

walking with red apples

filled with helium

 

 

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Reviews

[David W Moore III]

I love the flow in this, I still haven't wrapped my hands around the overall meaning, but it's still early here and I've only read twice, so theres still time! The different hues of red are masterfully done, and I love your use of red beryl (the rarest of gemstones). Need coffee...

[Pax Analog]

A strangely intriguing psychotropic tableau, where anonymous wounded lovemaking seems "smuggled in," stirred into a potpourri of painterly magic, etheric.

[AlieahRose]

THERE'S NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW AMAZING AND ARTICULATE THIS IS...
YOU ARE THE DEFINITION OF SOUL WRITER...

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was an interesting and very unusual write...the picture helped with the translation from words to mental image for me.

[No regret]

I really enjoy reading your writing .... every time words with new faces n you play with them very well . god less you !!

[Kesha]

The flow here is so beautifully amazing! You did a great job on this work here! As always an amazing write! :)

[An owl on the moon]

What a beautiful blend of thoughts, whispered line by line and painted with crimson. A delight to the mind and the palette...

[Amy Bumpas]

Reminds me of Fall, and all the colors that accompany...the dark
seducing, the air of mystery, and the trance that sets upon us.
We as the reader sit back and enjoy the ride:)

[DannyLynne Riley]

ah Ms. Selene !!! your poetry is the type of writing meant to be spoken aloud...I love to hear the crisp sounds of your words and syllables.. the way they roll off my tongue and slice the silence...how they effortlessly transcend sensory dimensions... your words are always dressed up in their finest... cleverly paraded on a red carpet of language...every write an event...every write an experience...leaving your readers with images entwined in emotion and wit...leaving your readers forever altered by your words...this is truly writing that we all strive for but only few actually posess and you, precious lady, are among those few -DannyLynne

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

It reminds me of energy and living in the alternate reality when your gifted with something. and reminds me with a fantastically written way

I swear reading one of your poems is like stepping into an alternate reality. Why does my side hurt? Can I hitch a ride out of here on those helium apples?