Red turned rust



Time counted, came up short
a life lost, hope even more.
an embrace unlocked
opened the door

For a martyr crying
along lonely streets
crying for a love
that made her bleed

A fading picture
of what have once been.
red turned rust
within sense and dream

Dearest Mausi, I am so happy to see a new poem from you again. I know you have just come back to us from surgery; thanks be to God you are with us again. I prayed for you the whole time.

I like your poem. I have been reading a lot of Wallace Stevens, and he sorta sounds like you (I like you better!). Oddly enough, I have been thinking about rust too, rust and red. Perhaps I am perpetually reminded by my rusty red cat, but rust has been on my mind (not literally, I hope, although I am pretty forgetful!).

I will post these silly words of mine now and see if you have sent me another message...

I love you!

Thanks for writing and sharing this poem. Did you see my sonnets? I've been criticized again for taking up too much space hereabouts (but the space is, of course, unlimited)... It was Kaysie again, as always...

*SKWN*

Danke Hasi!

"Red Turned Rust"

The title grabbed me and I am glad I read this one cause its great! I mustsay I LOVE teh title, and the poem as a whole. KEEP WRITING!!!!

Love,
Dara