Red (poem) by Debra J Ellwood on AuthorsDen

Red
by Debra J Ellwood → (All Poetry by Debra J Ellwood)
Not rated by the Author.

Save



This has been boxed in, Fenced in, Hemmed in, Hedged in Fermenting Exploding Writhing seething In the core, In the pores, All over Locked tight. Let it free Oh please God Make me ready You are making me want it Beyond need Beyond reasonableness I need to share it. The brown, The twisted brown Are cold. Make them hot And warm and ripe And draping Down the side. Keep them beautiful Free from shame, But make them alive again. Frustration creation art Love Sex Passion words Pouring from my fingertips I need to express them Now. You contain the sun. Let me burn Deep and red Layers upon layers I want to eat strawberries No talking allowed, just feeling doing, being, fingertips noses lips open eyes closed breathing the moment in deeply. O dear God when will the strawberries Be in season? I don’t think that I can wait much longer.

Reviewed by heather mclaurin (Reader)

Reviewed on April 26, 2010

You amaze me. You are one of those people who have an incredible gift... and an incredible depth... that is visible on the surface... but so truly deep... I'm glad to say I know you. I love this piece.

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on March 16, 2008

Very personal and expressive, both form and content tell a lot about the author.

Welcome,

Axilea

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Okay . . . You fired me up . . . Held my attention . . . Bummed me out . . . My fault . . . I was thinking erotic . . . All the while with reservation, knowing the leadup to only arive at the mundane . . . Well, strawberries, I suppose are "really" mundane . . . Gotta love it . . .

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

I find this powerful in compelling expression, Debra. Thank you for sharing this gift. Welcome to AD. Love and peace to you,

Regis