Short Vermilion Poems
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I received the mail,
written with cracks on a crisp
vermilion leaf. Dropped
in by the cool morning breeze.
News of autumn's arrival.
Date : 10/07/2016
Prior to March
Sunlight streams brilliant
Streaked silver veils.
Periwinkles bloom in amber dew;
Glossy azure blossoms
Rusty vermilion.
2/20/2017
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Voracious blood suckers
Vespertilian beasts
Vermilion eyes, white fangs
Velvet cloak, black en-wrapped
Vigilant for dawn's break
Voraciously gorging
Vivid red neck vein blood
sun aflame in the centre of our palms
fingers dipped in ethereal vermilion
magnetically charged form glistens
God at crown oversees all pulsations
we are everywhere and yet nowhere
source of sustenance
vermilion firecracker plant
hungry hummingbirds
8/23/2020
Tania Kitchin’s Color with Alliteration
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I anoint myself
applying ethereal vermilion
the ‘I’ not being ego
‘myself’ not being mind-body
so thus no-thingness
ushers fullness of blissfulness
igniting form in permanence
Scarlet-orange sun rose brightly,
As the cerise stars shine nightly.
Honey sunshine caressed flowers-
A gold thrall twixt silver showers;
And ruffled, plum breeze came lightly.
Fusing closed
Secrete yourself away
In vermilion blossoms
Inside hushed anguish
Coiling up
In a fetal comfort
Beyond everything
Denying breath
Slowly fading
Within the confines
Of a blood red rose
morn!
lovesick
Blue jay croons,
squirrels scurry
in haste for ever…
boisterous in grey coat.
breathtaking vermilion tinge
painting sky with glistening hue,
intoxicated July dreamscapes
idyllic beauty of glorious day!
It's full of my childhood memories
And those adolescent years...
The Poinciana tree,
All my sorrows and all my fears.
It's the place to be
For long waiting hours,
Those winters with bare branches,
And springs of vermilion flowers...
Date: 11.02.2026
Spring's first dew glitters glasslike on grass
Vermilion sunrays glow through the mirror beads
A rouge rose bud blooms - renewed hope
Magical morning - dewy ladybug quenches her thirst
In marble mortar his pestle struck
fragmented vermilion flakes,
ground fine into powder base
"The Girl with a wine glass"
Artist's current work
Sunburst highlights
Satin sheen
Captures
Time
Favourite Artist -
Johannes Vermeer
Red is the colour of my hair,
The colour of the blood in my veins’
Of the cord that hung on the whore’s window
And doomed Jericho to fall.
The thin, slow strand of vermilion;
Scarlet ribbon tracing its way to the earth:
Rahab’s redemption and my rebirth.
pale moon rises in vermilion skies
ashes and screams erupt from the pyre
lusterless eyes beseech me to join their throng
lifeless hands stretch forth from the fire
imploring me to cast off my innocence
daylight rips me from the delusion ~ pallid and afraid
Darkness is a being
that folds its hand over our eyes
and steal our vision from us.
It is a dark blanket
that spreads over the earth,
A disease that turns men into shadows.
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12/27/2018
Lay siege to my vulnerability,
D i s a r m my chastity,
Indent my innocence
with your capability,
Pierce my supple skin and.......
drink my bittersweet
vermilion essence
A
path to
harmony
is one adorned
with vermilion hues.
Pumpkin leaves, remnants of
summer’s verdant colors now
drifting through the woodland splendor
through argentine skies, unified, a mélange
of the magnificence autumn bestows.
©2011 Connie Marcum Wong
fingers five dipped in vermilion
an ethereal elixirous mist
thought they stand alone
they are all yet entwined
with all nodes of form pulsating
chakra wheels rotate churning
polarities orbiting the void
centred everywhere
circumference nowhere
presence is the all-that-is
hands dipped in ethereal vermilion
we allow the bliss tingle to rise
all sensations dissolve in our heart
‘tis where the false ego too dies
sans identity we yet remain aglow
as formless awareness self-aware
we see that we were in our own way
but to plunge in the void, very few dare
Vermilion red is my blood
The anger was the mortal weapon
Stubbed, all of me scattered
Hey, at the end of "anger"
Use "l" from "love"
Instead of "r" from "rage"
Yes, you ARE an angel
Fly and collect all pieces of you
"Sleep with angels"
My mother's voice resonates in me.
cinnabar
setting sun
like a vermilion ball
bids goodnight
to the earth
the sad wind
welcomes
mystical moon
who rules
in place of the sun
dusk drops early
light dwindling into night
God's painting
done for the day
Mother blows conch shell
Dews on holy basil drip smell
Sun vermilion in sky day shy
Cows return, father chants Om,
Peace all over home sweet home
The watermarked weave of
sunset's net
Does not soon force us
to forget
The leavening clouds
encasement soon
Of mallard's flight in night's
cocoon.
And in the morning sunlight's
dance,
The summer vermilion leaves
enhance
The platinum sheen of swooping
wren
As silver slug trails signature
an end.
Form:
Kindred spirits, instantaneously.
It was unbidden love written in the
Stars for the erstwhile strangers.
Magical was their connection, an
Explosion of vermilion; passionate,
True romance; 'twas sheer kismet!
It was the dream of night to write her message in verses of romance on nature’s ballad
So, the rising morn painted passions of heart on marigold arc in vermilion and purple
For that’s what Venus said love was, when moon relayed night’s song to amative dawn
January 8, 2020
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