Red is the color of the planet Mars
Volcanic anger and giant-gas stars
Ruby lips tasting cherry wine
Twelve roses waiting in a check-out line
A redbird resting in a winter pine
It’s the pulsing vein in a playground fight
The dying embers of firelight
It’s the color of a raiding dragon’s breath
A masquerade march of the Red Death
It’s the rich-color peel of a Georgia peach
And the desert-sun feel of Georgia O’Keefe
It’s bold patriotism and sacrifice
The surging, racing, fluidic life
It’s the hue of murder, passion, and gore
The horse of the Apocalypse’s judging war
Red is redemption by innocent blood
The red-lettered pleas of love
It was the warm water-color of Gethsemane’s sweat
The crimson mocker’s robe
Red was the tip of the Centurion’s spear
It’s what flowed and forever endears
Red is the smell that cauterized my heart
And branded me to my scarlet-scarred Christ
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Beautiful poem. Lamar, aren’t you glad you did a blog? This is a great opportunity for you, because you have so much to say. Keep writing. I am reading and others.
I could feel the red in this poem!
Thanks Gerald. Besides “The Love Canals of Mars” and “If Not A Cross,” this is my favorite one to perform. 🙂 Lamar