Crimson Letters

A Dark Day, A Dark Write

Dip the quill into the crimson,
Scrape the tip across the page.
Bend an ear, if you can listen,
To the anguished cries of rage.

Dip the quill into the crimson,
The ink well fills with every poke.
What you see will scar your vision,
The jester has run out of jokes.

Dip the quill into the crimson,
Until no words are left to write.
Fingers moves like tiny pistons,
Scrawl away into the night.

Dip the quill into the crimson,
The face is growing paler now.
Can't repair the flesh's fission,
If I can, I don't know how.

Dip the quill; just one more letter,
Time is up, my eyes grow weak.
Everything, now, feels better,
The words I never have to speak.

I slip the pages into folders,
Let them hide, for none to see.
For these are my secret's holders,
Ever keeping part of me.

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

My, such a powerful write! We all have our dark days, but that's when some of the best poetry is created, I believe :) I've added a few new dark poems last night myself after I came home from my vacation. I loved your rhyming scheme, it worked very well and the use of that one line just pushes everything future. Reminding us that we have to start somewhere in order to feel something, express something. In order for things to be okay. When I saw the title, I imagined a person writing a letter with another's blood and mauve sending it off, but also, sometimes one may keep letters that they wrote to themselves or others, to help them remember something that others shouldn't know. Then some would ask: what's the point in writing a letter if you aren't going to send it? Well, to me it's a notion of bringing a person out of the fragile state and into the clear. Writing a letter may allow a person to open up, be themselves, talk out a certain feeling or situation. After they're done writing, they may not want to send it. And that's their choice. Perhaps they wrote it, yet don't want the other to know what hey said...perhaps they wrote it just to remind themselves of what happened and help themselves learn to accept it.

[Joshua W. Harris]

Thank you very much for your review, Svetlana! I really do appreciate it, and am extremely pleased that you liked the piece! I will be popping over to your page to do some reading later on in the day, but I have to jet off to work for now.
Writing has always been a therapeutic thing for me. Something I do that allows me to take my emotions and put them to paper. When I am done, usually those emotions--good or bad--have dulled, and they are locked to that piece of writing that I have completed. Not something that must be seen by others or sent away, but something to help one's own emotional turmoil and calm that storm. =]

[I Am Svetlana]

Yes, exactly! I completely agree with you about writing being therapeutic, that's mainly how I use it also. My brother got me into it when I was young, but didnt get serious about it until about sixth grade when we had our poetry unit. Once I found out how to properly set my mind free and express myself when I was in a dark place, that's when I found my inner voice and talent. And I'm glad you enjoyed my review (I know I wrote quite a mouthful for you), yet I was hesitant cause I wasn't sure if I was saying or explaining myself right. I am glad you understood what I was trying to say though. I've been up most of the night but look forward to your future reviews and I shall pop by for more soon! Hope you have a good day at work :)