On a Wall (formally-Staring)A Poem by WildRoseThis poem was inspired by a painting in my youth pastors house.Crimson Flowing down a path, drawing you in with its shifting hues. It arch's up to dive back down into the river from which it came. It burns heat radiates from it anything it touches it consumes. It bends the force of it pushes all from its path. It is like the fires of chaos, uncontrolled and yet never leaving its pattern. I'm lost in its hues, from the brightest yellows to reds deeper then blood. I stair at it for hours and yet I never tire. It sifts looking at it it moves or is it I that have moved? I don't know. Caged, gold surounds it keeping it form its self.
Marveless, all who see it never forget.
© 2009 WildRoseAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 16, 2009 Last Updated on March 16, 2009 AuthorWildRoseAboutI've been telling stories my whole life, but only for the past two years have I been writing them down. more..Writing
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