Crimson Red

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Lay cold

Black open void

Entering into the Promised Land

Your crimson stripes woven into a golden strand

Flesh and stone creep closer in the intimate dance of the predestined hour

Lost in an infinite act within times whisper

Drops for us to ponder

Silent flowing river

You appear




This is a re-write of yesterday’s poem Crimson Stripes.  I visited it yesterday and had an image of a mirror reflecting back a different image. It contains exactly the same words and lines but starts at the end and finishes at the beginning and gives a different feel to the poem. I think it works just as well.

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2 Responses to Crimson Red

  1. Mama Zen says:

    “the intimate dance of the predestined hour”

    That’s gorgeous!

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