Bloody Sun

violet musings crash my mind

posies of a special kind

honeyed to the soul like candy

turn the page to black orchids

tunes of rock salted melodies

dancing with the devil's crush

i hold you close to my breast

for you are all of me

the darkest light winds the mind

i wear it so well twisting in it's acumen

my suit of armor has ruffles of poppy red

lacy inserts around the neck

they hung me safely inside out

if you could spy within the eye,

oleander planted in soot

pansies do survive this concrete slab

posies grow smashed within the fray

perhaps one day daffodils will bask

unabashedly in the glow of something other

than tears from the bloody sun

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Darkly written poem- a variety of flowers struggling under a bloody sun. Beauty is not without its struggles- sometimes it struggles for its life. The one line that jumped out at me and poked me in the eye was this one: they hung me safely inside out. Sounds very much like an oxymoron and I couldn't help but reread it and shudder.

[Frieda P]

So thrilled you 'felt' that one blue, thanks so much.

[Muse]

Turning ourselves inside out to reveal the not so pretty side of inspiration. To deny blackness, is to deny the source of all musings. We need the red, to appreciate the purity of wearing the white. Your writing is only dark if we fail to acknowledge the beauty of ying verses yang.

[Frieda P]

Ha, I never deny the dark side, you'll hear peeps groan at the thought, thanks for your insight here Cobra....

[Muse]

it's always my pleasure.

[Rita L. Sev]

There are those flowers in the concrete again - metaphor extraordinaire for the beauty and strength that grows through the harshest conditions. Though there's sadness here, I read an iron-willed hopefulness. Beautiful, as always, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Ha something about those willful flowers really intrigues me, thanks Rita!

[Rita L. Sev]

I'm a dandelion girl myself - think they get a bad rap... :)

[Frieda P]

Hey who doesn't love a dandelion? ;-)

[Baby Ricochet]

ooh, This one's got some great imagery behind it. Nice

[Frieda P]

why thank you Mark.

[Jack...]

You plant the seed in us and sit back and watch your words grow in our minds. This though sad, was a beautiful bouquet of thoughts and wisdom from your every blooming mind. Very Nice my friend.

[Frieda P]

Ha you're lucky I don't over water you, thanks Jack!