RED

RED

by: christine zapanta andes

still is the wind,

it grew with the slashing leaves between my ribs,

reddened and empty,

looking at the sky

is your eyes searching, molding

with sweats of a tear

but I blink though

I remembered it was autumn 

as your hands follow each single blade

of dry water falling between my ribs,

reddened, darkened

but your eyes.

Author's Note

the time I saw you, it was forever.

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

"Is your eyes" interrupted the flow of this for me while reading and "single blade of dry water" didn't make sense to me. Maybe it has some enigmatic meaning I am just not getting. Sorry.

[shunik]

you may read the 4th and 5th line spontaneously. thank you for the review

[Paul Pruett]

This is a masterpiece of creating emotion is such a few lines. There is a song that this poem triggers in my mind. "Winter time" by Steve Miller or "The Carnival is over" by Dead can Dance.

[shunik]

thanks Paul. I'll listen to that

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is a work of art. The images you created were impressive.
Great vision.

[shunik]

thank you Zeitgeist Manifesto

[Sami Khalil]

"looking at the sky
is your eyes searching, molding
with sweats of a tear"

The color of love I guess or romance. A beautiful poem with lovely aspect...:)................

[shunik]

indeed it is. thank you for the review

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ....:)....

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful artwork and very good thoughts left the reader with something to think about. I liked how you used the language. The description create visions and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[shunik]

thank you sir for that uplifting words.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.