Spoiler
Thought I'd try and write a poem centered around a certain color. Please feel free to tell me what you think. Comments and critism are welcomed. : )
The world is turning red, and I, we,
are in the blush of the morning.
Mama digs her thumb pass the skin,
and while the juice cries out
she pries out the pit of a peach.
Papa's blood works up like a sweat
behind the copper of his freckled face.
Its wide and bloated structure
make me remember the cherry tomatoes
we used to grill on rosy summer nights.
The world is turning red, and I, they,
stand by each other near tired crimson wallpaper.
Mama and Papa bought it together
in the red heat of a summery noon,
when we came to live in this feverish town.
I wipe my coral-tinged face
and erase evidence of their most recent wine battle.
And I, they, we lower our bloodshot eyes.
We cannot bare to see one another,
becuase it reminds us of when the world was pink.
The world is turning red, and I
do not know how to stop it.
