Savvy silver vanity set howls
on the edge of an antique dresser;
The ballerina’s festooned curls
aglow in the mirror’s reflection;
On the edge of an antique dresser
an eidolon sits pointe shoes laced;
Aglow in the mirror’s reflection,
left foot lies slightly unnatural;
An eidolon sits pointe shoes laced,
wailing her toes swell ever larger;
Left foot lies slightly unnatural,
bent and broken into reddish blue;
Wailing her toes swell ever larger,
‘Relinquish the pain so I can dance!’
Bent and broken into reddish blue
bloom into spiderwebs that splinter;
‘Relinquish the pain so I can dance!’
The ballerina’s festooned curls
bloom into spiderwebs that splinter;
Savvy silver vanity set howls.
Sky as gray as fresh concrete. Cold like her too. Jet plane noise permeates
atmosphere, but we cannot see it yet. Plants are brown except for red sumac.
A flaming reddish blue, high class red. Winter is waiting in the clouds to be
summoned. Autumn sighs, not ready to relinquish her season.
autumns cold gray sky
her browning up is complete
jet plane noise ahead
Smouth-tongued birds gently lean on each other
Under reddish blue skies of a summer night
Chills full of melodies and chants them cover
Feather by feather
From sunset to dawn, touching heads, they twitter
Watching the full bright moon over them glitter
Love trills and symphonies them weld together
Feather to feather
twilight’s hue in view
eastern goddess takes the stage –
venus dons her belt
Note - Venus Belt is the earth's shadow in the eastern sky right after sunset - usually a reddish blue band on the horizon
Red or Blue it's still hot
In the red heat there is blue
In the blue heat there is red
Could be a reddish blue
Could be a bluish red
It is still hot.
He is her husband
She is his wife
Both are still One
They are Man and Wife.
In life, I know that everybody cries.
But I’ve never seen a tear from her eyes
Since her first breathed breathe, till the last breath dies.
Her small story was long and left unclear.
I won’t tell, from the rumors I had hear,
Not sad but surely made me shed a tear.
I learned from this story filled with reddish blue
That she did cry, even more than most of you.
But tears aren’t visible, till you look her through.
While you're touching my face so softly,
My eyes are shut and I can see,
Psychedelic butterflies,
With shades of violet,
And a reddish blue.
The colors gleam,
To the strokes
Of your
Hand.
While you're brushing my hair so gently,
I feel a warmth rush through my veins.
My head gets woozy and light,
And my pulse gets higher!
It's pure ecstasy,
And I ignite,
Like a hot,
Flaming
Fire!
Dawn D. Kilby
Copyright ©2008 Dawn D. Kilby
Her eyes are like that
Reddish blue
That sign of purity over all Falsehoods
It is truly INDIGO
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