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Electric Red

The red light beckons, the call of the siren,
sail into the distance, the slow purr of silence.
Electric feel in my mind a certain kind of numbness.
Strawberry fields in my pupils, the sweet taste entices me.
The wind pulls me to ruby scenes on movie screens where
young voices dance into my pores and women twist middle
eastern patterns across the horizon. Fireflies on the run playing
games over the moon, diving in rainbow irises over the sun.
Burning visions in the time, melting slow like the clock chimes.
Alarms scream within my dreams pulling blood
straight out my veins, where animals play untamed. Mosquitos drunk
on cheaper days as men's suits begin to fray and watch laughing
faces in ruddy clay sitting beneath the willow shade where
better men once lay slain.

Reviews

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Oooo... I love the intense imagery in this piece. It is colorful and deep. Eachline engrossed us into a world that is so near...yet seems so very far away. Like looking up at a traffic red traffic light in New York City, and it takes our mind to the sunsets of Arizona.

The last line being about men slain adds a powerful touch to the piece. For it brings us full circle and leaves us thinking about the greatest color red, we as a race know.

Stellar Poem!

Tara M Stone