Red Blind Poems | Examples

The Marrow of a Lifetime

Painted Delilah's,
scarlet sirens, 
apples and bloodshed-

all these,
a breathless, 
quilted extinguisher
to save my soul

Temptation, danger, 
damnation, anger,
a shade of shame;
a reckless taint of hell.

But I'm not a red woman,
I don't go looking for Red,
don't invite it for a sleepover
or rent it a room in my soul

but I feel red

red all over, 
burning;
a rolling blaze taunting, 
daring me to breathe

and when I inhale
it consumes me 
and I live 
in a moment of passions
and I act 
with the spirit of fire

each breath I take
between this convention of maturity and that
is freedom,
the marrow of of a Lifetime,
an instant when the fire of life
finds amnesty 
from the suffocating restlessness
of written and unwritten rules.

It's in these brief, red rages
that Life is created, saved, lost 
but appriciated all the same

It's in these moments
that mountains are moved,
oceans crossed
limitations exceeded...

and when the moment is passed
I live on in red-blind denial
for the next whorling tempest of petals
to blossom
like nature intended.