More Meaning of Red

I was hit by red when I was very young

Decided then and there this would be the colour of fun

I started collecting reds – stuck them carefully in my mind

I wanted to remember each one in time

Now the time has come

Red is everywhere

It starts words

Ends them

Makes them start again

We need to be friends with red

Red is heat

When her face turns red

It may be embarrassment

The heat of the moment – or just the heat

When her face turns red

I must pause, judge and smile

A smile always helps red

Artists are usually scared of excess red

Good for highlights

Spots and flashes

But too much red

A dress, a cloak, a bed cover

Could also be fire

Red is everywhere

The warmth in the eyes

Can, with breeze,

Be fanned into fire

Feared and desired

You have been warned

A red thread

Hides all others

Like blood in a vein

It is the life of the leaf

It is the birth

The source

Only then can green flow

A red rose frozen

When clutched to the heart

Is melted

Could be that the red is weak

But the heart is strong

Can melt a frozen red rose

Green is nice when walking in the park

Blue is soft and blends in well

Brown is natural, expected

Greys, whites and blacks are rare

But red…now I have to look

To know why

The red leaf

A study

Find an appropriate tree

Place your seat next to the branch

Make sure your drink is steaming warm

And stare at the leaf

You will see Nature

And Nature is God

I was once talking to this bush

About the weather

And the effect it has on colour

The sun the breeze the clouds

And the rain

Each has a pallette

But only the sun paints red

But first, she said

You must cross the Land of Red

To which the dragons fled

Where devils are bred

And fire rests its raging head

Swim fly run persevere

And you will reach the light

I started counting

One two three

The poppy field

And me

I continued counting

Eight nine ten

I saw only red

The poppy field

And me

How come you’re so red?

I asked the bloom

You’re the most beautiful red

In the room

I’m not red he said

You must be blind

I’m the bluest bloom

Of the very blue kind

I looked closer at the bloom

Still saw only red

Look with your heart

He said

My heart was sad

From the ache we’d been through

I now looked at the red

And saw blue

Look at this flower

The red colour is clear

But look at it

Bring it near

The angles the twists

The forms and the shapes

Not only an artist

But a sculptor is here

Put red against blue

As I often do

A contrast of light

Peering through

That’s when red becomes redder

And blue bluer

See the colours

So true

Balloons

Cherries

Bubbles

Berries

Gathered together

Tightly tethered

Like sheep

Red ones

It was a chance meeting

I had lost my way

No clear route to follow

That miserable day

A red flower appeared

Guided me home

Touched him before I left

I didn’t want to be alone

So there I was

Riding my bike

Listening to Beethoven

Thinking of Van Dyke

When along came this balcony

Covered in red

I need you up here

It said

Ever met a crowd of red

Each one wearing the same

Same hues

Same values

Communisame

Identical twins

That’s what we were when we arrived

But Nature has a way

Of treating us individually

And we too choose our own ways

We do still talk

Spend time together

We shall always hold hands

You think it’s easy being me?

Left hanging on this tree

For all eyes to see

Pretty pretty me

Well it is, you see

It is easy being me

Told constantly how lovely

Having red all around me

Nobody knows

That blood when it flows

From a dahlia’s nose

Spreads warmth from edges of petals

To tips of toes

The blossom glows

Red as the heart that shows

How much I love you

Still life makes life stand still

And with it time

So that the eyes can have their fill

Here whether sunset or rise

It’s the red that fills the eyes

And it’s only the dream that flies

While all else stands still – or dies

Hello

Hello

Do I know you

Not that I know

We look so alike

But something’s not true

We have the same value

But a totally different hue

Built a bed of straw

And covered it with more

Then a plate of red

Strawberries red

Plucked fresh from the plant

A bushel of red

Straw and berries