Inspired by Dutch singer Marco Borsato's song, "Rood".
Image (c) 2005, Karla Dorman
R E D used to mean the high
blush shading my cheeks when
you looked at me; used to be the
taste of red wine on your tongue
when we kissed; used to be the
brilliance of roses you'd surprise
me with; used to mean heated
nights of passion spent together.
That was before: now it is the
shape of your slap on my face; it
is the anger of words spoken in
hate; it is the sound of a slamming
door; it is the pain of a broken heart:
once, my favorite color was R E D ...
Karla...this is incredible. Probably my favorite that I've read so far of yours. So much said...and the imagery, incredible!
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on April 29, 2008
Karla, this is expressed so clearly. The love/hate transition should never happen to anyone, but it does happen all too often. So far, such destructive events make up about 30% of my HaltAbuse.org cases; where ex-love has escalated through hate and into full-blown violence. Don't we wish that humans would learn to play well together? ~Ted
Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)
Reviewed on April 29, 2008
Red is one of my favorite colors too ... And I am in total agreement with Fee on this one ... Great poem, Karla ...
Superb... I wonder what you'd think about making it into a sonnet... It's got 14 lines already, and it doesn't have to have hard rhymes-- slanted will do... what do you think? --Charlie
Red is such a beautiful meaning, it is a shame that it has gone from love, passion to angry hatred for you Karla. Thank you for sharing a wonerful write.
Oooo yes... you absolutely nailed this one, Karla... a flaming red bullseye of fire! Red means pretty much the same to me... symbol of fight and flight; desire and dread. I love this, thank you... AND ARE YOU KIDDING ME???! Su espanol es muy muy betterer than que mine es....!!! :))) xxxxx Be good!
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on April 29, 2008
Beautiful words sweet lady,truly wonderful...have a wonderful and safe day...Hugs
This is like a slap in the face, if one cannot feel this poem,then to many slaps have killed the pain, a beautiful poem, one big metaphor, Hugs and love! Jasmin Horst
WOW! This is a very vivid write Karla. I'm with Lavendar; I hope this was fiction for sure. Either way, very well done my friend. Take care and God bless.
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In Spirit,
Bear
Love,
ET
Be always safe,
Karen
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
God Bless
Michelle~
Fee
Your celebration of The National Poetry Month will etch Your name on the DOORS of IMMORTALITY.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
Cryssa
What is your favorite color now? :~)
Love, peace and hugs...Lavendar Jazz