Red Again

A year ago, red.
Color and light and prism streaks through teary eyes.
The triumph of possibility, not in assurance, or promise
The highs of seeing what no one else could in another
Kindred in glances
Knowing
something
more.

The improbable in the blaze of burnt umber
 I have captured it, lingered over it
Grasped it in my mind's eye
for a year
for next
and another.

I can see your mind racing, picking possibilities
Holding them up and scrutinizing them
As if the world were a library of not only books
But moments, and feelings
exhilaration
each color, each emotion
each texture
each
each.

And red has never left
It still is the sigil of warring of struggle
of birth of life
and truth.

It has been my banner and shall be on the morrow
For life is fragile
and brilliant
Full of prisms and possibilities
because of you.

"Red" Sonnet ~ In response to Frida Kahlo and on the occasion of being a fool ~

A Draft inspired by the art of Frida Kahlo.

The Matador

The flag extends, in arm outstretched, for sake of bold
His eye drops along its frame.  The cloth, a sign,
Draped on, in spite of sense, unfurled, it's lack of fold
An offense to the braying monster beyond.

The Barfly

They shadowed about the pate of varnished wood says
Little, thoughtful quiet, in the reflective glow
Are words enough.  For in the undulating buzz
Contemplation is found in the gloss of spilled drink.

The Revolutionary

On her lips the warning color, the warring one,
Revolt declared by the fierce eyes: ready, wet,
The masses now struggle, civil thoughts undone,
Smoke rose, the fire lit and she moves to the fore.

Couplet

Whatever the tone, its force is the same,
Colours of wanting make measures of claim.

Deviant Art "Red in Black" February 2015, Jon Edwards