Short Dyed Poems
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In this summer month of her what would have been her 21st birthday,
I see bed of withering red orange tiger lilies and say,
"Your death reddened you, yellow flower, into an orange, then red."
Dyed-In-the-Wool!
Stains there in your palms, wallowing, ling'ring,
Metamorphosed into tears and so drips,
Tainting where they plunge, and you're unsullied?
19:03:12:08:52
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form. Dyed-in-the-wool
Form:
E...Eggs dyed pretty colors in baskets
A...All nestled in pastel artificial
S...Synthetic grasses, waiting the time
T...To be hidden, then found again, yea!
E...Easter's meaning disguised ..what's needed
R...Redemption, salvation at the Cross
Sometimes life is dyed black.
All you see are blackness
Forgotten hope to look for.
The day seems to be night,
Sadness and emptiness in the heart.
But life is the most wonderful gift.
And even in the darkest night,
There always light that guides our way.
There’s nowt so canny and nowt so deep
As the musings of the highland sheep
They’ll talk of this and talk of that
Of what they ate and where they shat
Or ponder on life’s mysteries
Like, is the grass beneath the trees
Much finer than the one that grows
Down beside the old hedgerows
© John W Fenn 18-09-2009
a dyed flower is like a simulated gemstone
they are unnatural,
unfounded, rather orchestrated,
unnaturally pretty,
prettier than the natural
flowers and the natural gemstones
people are sometimes like this,
unnatural, unfounded, rather orchestrated,
prettier than the natural people.
They are real, just in a better way,
easier to appreciate and love
The smog induced haze bled
acid
.
. NEON
a tie-dyed
Orange
dawn
Muffling, p h a n t o m e
. foliage
backdropping the
slllllllllli
. ddddddde
. of early R
I
S
E
R
S
through the low lying
LIMELIGHT
diffusion
extrusion
confusion.
It has to be deeply personal, you said
As if the sun is not so
Nor the moon
As if the verdant lane
Fenced in by memories of you and me
And the lonely jackal on distant moor
Are enough to create human mystery
When through shimmering haze the moon is full
The web is shut, the famous mistletoe
has dripped its cool,
A weak and trifling heart will peep out silently
To whimper at the startling beauty
Singed and dyed in many splendored wool