“And whenever I’m in a situation where I’m wearing the same as 600 other people and doing the same thing as 600 other people, looking back, I always found ways to make myself different, whether it be having a red lining inside of my jacket, having red shoes, it hasn’t changed.”
– Jeremy Irons
“When in doubt wear RED.”
– Bill Blass
Red’s Own Story
She is the thick
Slick enamel
That covers my nails
A pointer when tracing
Concentric circles
On bare flesh
She is the sports car
Darting along the highway
Hugging the curves
Turning an eye
She is the ripe
Succulent strawberry
Her flesh firm
Yet yielding
Tantalizing dipped in dark chocolate
Suits her best
She is the
American beauty
Long stemmed, heady fragrance
Her tight buds unfurl
Exposing her inner delicacy
We forget the thorns
She is the creamy dark war paint
On my lips
A signature
When and where
I choose to leave my mark
She is fire
On the move
Churning inside
Rising up
Beckoning me on
She is
Passion
Bisous,
Léa
poetry, photos and musings oh my! 
I love this..!
what a passionate flow of energy you describe in Red…
you described each as it is in living life……
Thank you for sharing
Take Care..
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maryrose
Thank you for your kind words!
this was just wonderful – the different meanings, emotions, power – really enjoyed reading it –
Thank you so much! 🙂
Lea,
Is this poem about you?! About the siren within us all? I very much enjoyed it. The quotes are great as well, I fall back on red myself. Love and light to you, great poetry as usual.
Yes! and yes again! When I really wanted to call forth that passion I associate with the red, I even dyed my hair red a number of times. All the best to you and keep your wonderful work coming.
Passion defines your flaming red poem! Lovely!
Life is too short not to have passion for all you care for! Thank you once again.
oh…she’s so much…very cool one lea – and i will keep that bill blass quote in mind..ha
Thank you Claudia, it is always good to get a thumbs-up from you. As for RED, your never really dressed without some, it doesn’t have to be visible as long as you know it is there! 🙂
Here’s a poem of mine I wrote recently about another Red, but I think you will appreciate it:
You burn fire red
Against these dire threats
And yet
And yet
You remember to dim the lights
Before the fire gets too bright
To revel in the glory of what’s left
Tap in
Tap in to the grace
The grace of righteousness
But sometimes it’s like clinging to a ledge
Halfway up a waterfall somewhere in a jungle in South America
Marveling at the beauty of the fern frosted by the mist
Of the torrent
Crashing by, terrifyingly
But the sun shines through
Through the eyes of the children in your mind
With the curls of the flame
On the sword of justice
And you pull yourself up
And you pull yourself clear
Worn down and worn through
All cares disappear
You’re there
C’est magnifique! Merci.
You were right, I really enjoyed that.