It was red
Moving faster
And faster
Crashing
Burning
Engulfed in anguish
It was tormented
And sad
It cried tears of blue
Until everything
Was purple
The color of change
The color of death
It lingered there
My purple
It was reflected in the window
As a frown
Of imperfect sadness
Of defeat
It may have stayed
Had it not been for chance
A little pink tricycle
On the other side
Of a perfectly still
White picket fence
June 1, 2012 at 4:55 pm
Great imagery throughout and I like the way you’ve used colours to make an impact. Well done
June 1, 2012 at 8:20 pm
Thanks
Unlike most of my poems which are based around pure emotion, this one was actually about a specific situation. I was in an extremely agitated and depressed state while my dad was driving me home the other day in his (red) truck. However, when we pulled into the driveway at home I spotted my neighbors’ daughter’s little pink tricycle on the other side of the picket fence that divides our properties. I didn’t know why but I couldn’t take my eyes off of it and suddenly I felt calmed. I think it was that idea of how even when the world is in complete chaos, the mind of a child is still so simple, so sweet and so innocent. That thought really grounded me, just remembering that some things are still alright in the world.