crypticbard
Dec 12, 2010

Crimson of Fear

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Invisible but not voiceless,
This fire within me burning;
Fueled by things long since done;
Uncertain it would continue
And most certainly would one day end.

Resounding vermillion trains,
Travelling across frontier lands;
That began by fits and starts.
But this is just the beginning,
And most certainly is not the end.

Smearing the silence with my thoughts:
Scarlet ink on blue paper;
Conversing along the lines;
Uncertain it would continue,
And most certainly would one day end.

Slumbering souls awaken,
Speaking to us on paper;
Streaking sheets with stunning stains.
But this is not the beginning,
And most certainly is not the end.

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About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: AUS

Favorite Poets: There is nothing quite as boring as a life completely devoid of shadows.

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Comments

Candlewitch

"Smearing the silence with my thoughts:
Scarlet ink on blue paper;
Conversing along the lines;
Uncertain it would continue,
And most certainly would one day end."

The red ink on blue paper reminds me of blood in the veins. A powerful write, indeed!

always, Cat

C

So glad that you have harnessed the power rumbling beneath the lines... I am grateful for your time and interaction. Cheers, CB

mand

mand

14 years 4 months ago

Your words are amazing! I took this to be about a writter drawing from past experience and worrying that the flow of thought would dry up. But I think there is more to it than that.

Brilliant imagery.

Love Mand xxxxxx

C

The thought crossed my mind that I may just be writing about writer's block or atrophy.... The outward aim was to reflect in a somewhat neutral fashion the colours of revolution throughout the centuries. But I am quite happy that the poem itself allows for various interpretations and approaches, which to me is a far more valuable feature of any poem. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and your kind words. You are ever appreciated. CB

C

It is just as well that there are various valid readings of any given poem. It is my hope that our readers will trust their gut and heart as they read and go with that. Else it would be a very boring world. Much obliged to you, CB

K

Hi CB,

The last line of each stanza reminds me of a train,off in the distance, coming nearer.

I so like this poem.

~A

Eduardo Cruz

this stanza speaks to me of pass stories that enlight us to the struggles with freedom, which kind I'm not sure, but to me it's the freedom to voice your own opinion.

"Slumbering souls awaken,
Speaking to us on paper;
Streaking sheets with stunning stains.
But this is not the beginning,
And most certainly is not the end."

I enjoyed trying to figure out where you were going, the truth is it took a few reads, Still I think I see other things in this, between the lines?
Bravisimo!!
Always Eddie