Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Hot Like a Firecracker

Hot like a Firecracker, Red Dances her Truth
Red is a savage, 
Takes no prisoners
For she wants for nothing

Red is complete 
Onto herself
A pirate-faerie-gypsy-queen

Red is hot like a firecracker
Red dances her truth
Stopping at stop signs
Only to say "hi" to her cousins

Red is a fire hydrant
Waiting impatiently
Tapping her foot, setting her own fires

Red is not to be scoffed.
Red is sassy, sexy, sensual
Red is pizza, red is spaghetti. Stay out of her way!

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Jennifer Proxenos May 22, 2019 at 1:06 PM What an vivid imagination you have Caren - amazing thoughts that you pen on paper or type on your computer! Red - you thought of it all! Queen of imaginative writes! Hugs, Jennifer Caren Krutsinger May 22, 2019 at 1:22 PM Thank you Jennifer. I am lucky. I spend my days with children, picking their brains.

Kurt Ravidas May 22, 2019 at 4:23 AM Oh, yeah! Russians say: "Krasny patamooshta strastny" (it's red because it's passionate) I love reds. I'm in the red t-shirt now!) P.S.: Watch out, Wolf. I see you down there) Caren Krutsinger May 22, 2019 at 6:38 AM Hahahaha You are hilarious my poet friends! I am trying to conjure up my "Big Bad Wolf" poem now that Wolf has enticed me into trying. I may write a poem about Paper Bag Man also, Kurt. So watch out yourself!

Gershon Wolf May 21, 2019 at 8:50 PM Valentines are red; so is blood; so was the USSR...endless fascination! (And then, of course, there's "I'd rather be dead than red in the head," which (as an ex-redhead), I reversed to read: "I'd rather be red, than dead in the head." :) gw Caren Krutsinger May 22, 2019 at 12:05 AM I have dyed my hair so many shades of red, it is fabulous; I use "burgandy" now.

Brian Johnston May 21, 2019 at 7:51 PM Hi Caren, first time to your site and liked your two most recent poems. I'm just a smidgen disappointed that you neglected to mention Chianti, my favorite red! Ha! May you aspire to the fire Van Gogh only saw in his wet dreams! Caren Krutsinger May 22, 2019 at 12:05 AM Chianti is a prissy word, for true artists. I am a cartoon-drawing-throw-it-hard-and-fast-and-paint-everything-in-neon artist.

Dawne Zacharias May 21, 2019 at 5:03 PM Red surely needs no introductions it just is haha I loved your poem. Caren Krutsinger May 21, 2019 at 5:28 PM I love RED. LOVE IT! Except red stop signs; I HATE stop signs because you are supposed to stop, and I like pausing so much better.

Panagiota Romios May 21, 2019 at 3:31 PM Red... One of my FAV colors. Can't stand beige O'D pastels. Red cant be missed ever. Like the way uou incorporated this into this work Panagiota Caren Krutsinger May 21, 2019 at 5:28 PM Being an artist, it made sense to start thinking of how I feel about each color as I love them all only using beige for mushrooms or around a deer's eye, and gray nearly never.

M. L. Kiser May 21, 2019 at 2:57 PM Red is a culinary delight, but try not to earn her spite. Flavors italian; loaded with cheese; more, more; I want more please! Okay, overdone but...enjoyed. Caren Krutsinger May 21, 2019 at 5:29 PM I love spicy foods; most of them red except my favorite - jalapeno peppers which I have been warned by doctors to stay away from; but I can't!