Red

If my words were colours
I’d paint in shades of red,
I’d paint them on the canvas
Of that cheap hotel-room bed.


I’d paint my colours everywhere
In every cloud and tree
So on days we spent apart
You’d only think of me.


You’d find my art distracting
Like melting Dali clocks
That tease of time that disappears
Like matching pairs of socks.


My work would be a masterpiece
Red to guard against the blue
Red is the only colour
The colour of me; of you.

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4 thoughts on “Red

  1. This is a beautiful phase of life, which would make you stronger, resilient and a an awesome poet. The unseen silence speaks a lot to steer clear of the darker times…light beckons one day…to embrace you!

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