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When I hear the sound of Red

Whenever I am passing by a stadium and
I hear, “Goal!” I think Red For I am a Fan
Of Manchester United.
The sound of a Gunshot tells me that
 Someone might have been shot and the Splatter of
 Red Thick Blood comes to mind.
When I hear people chatter	
About the annoying traffic situation,
The Image in my head is the red Traffic Light sign
That tells hurrying motorists to halt.
While driving home from work
My wife phones me to say she cooked some stew 
And the hunger in my head 
Makes me see the red tomato pasted liquid as I salivate
While holding on to the starring wheel six Kilometers to my home.
When my wife yells, “Rose’’, I wonder why 
She thinks the red flowers in the garden have ears
But the immediate response of 
My second daughter, Rose
Jogs my memory.
If someone asks me to make a comparison between England and America
I will surely remember that they both have red on their flags.
As pedestrian on the high-way, I hear a siren behind me
And before I turn I can feel the 
Blinking red light on top of the Vehicle behind.
When my wife says it is that time of the month when she has to
Wear pads, it is obvious that I can imagine 
The redness she yearns to conceal.
When one says we should go get tipsy
The taste of Red Wine reminds me of its dark red Thickness and Freshness.
When my kid tells me the remote of our decoder is no longer working
I imagine that he means the red light that blinks from its head 
Whenever one presses it,   blinks no more.
Ever since I saw my Albino friend just after he was slapped,
Whenever I hear a story of an Albino who is slapped,
I imagine the immediate redness on the side of the face affected.

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  1. Date: 12/27/2013 12:02:00 PM

    Great descriptive detail. Congratulations on the win.!
  1. Date: 12/12/2013 5:01:00 PM

    Very descriptive and expressive winning work..Way to go.Congrats.Sara
  1. Date: 12/11/2013 8:31:00 AM

    Christopher, congratulations on the win...Linda
  1. Date: 12/10/2013 9:56:00 PM

    Congrats on the win, Christopher
  1. Date: 12/10/2013 4:04:00 PM

    the pads and the slapped albino were some very unique images that you put into your poem. I really had a blast reading this one. Congrats.
  1. Date: 12/10/2013 11:33:00 AM

    - Congratulations on your winning poem in: "THE SOUND OF COLOR" contest: Sponsored by: Monterey Sirak - Nice to join and nice to read your poem Christhoper. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
  1. Date: 12/10/2013 9:23:00 AM

    This poem is creative and wonderful. Crisp clear images to connect to the sound of red in all its various tones. Congrats and thank you for entering. I will be looking to read more of your poetry.

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