The Scarlet Bond


crimson bushes conjure spells;
hold me tender is their call;

spell bound;
reckless hands get the scarlet wrath;
tender hands get the scarlet fragrance;

i would say;
you could be a little more cautious (in life);
is the message you try to teach.

where from did you learn this art;
of filling heart;
with black and white;
in equal parts;

you spill black, when i finally am settling in the too bright white;
you paint white, when i eventually start seeing solace in the dark black;
why these unbearable swings of torment;
why not paint me scarlet once and for all;
so that,
i fly away with white wings,
into the black void,
breaking bond with the scarlet forever.

~ ~ ~

This poem is written forย One Single Impression. The prompt for the week is โ€˜crimsonโ€™.

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12 Comments

  1. Life is always a struggle. The more you try to adapt to a present situation, the sooner and unexpectedly it changes to a different one and then the process starts all over again. I like the use of colour, very impressive. Am visiting your blog after a long time and I definitely like what I see. Keep it up! ๐Ÿ˜€

  2. i fly away with white wings,
    into the black void,
    breaking bond with the scarlet forever.,
    you know i just imagined it,,how one can break the stigma,
    as a kid i always wanted to breaks rules and regulations and i thought rules are made to be broken..

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