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Blood is red when spilled,
Like a cardinal,
Flying from a snowy branch,
A single rose,
Thrown onto a tombstone,
A newborn flame,
Spreading across an umber log.
Vibrant red,
So deceptively beautiful,
Flowing across skin,
That skin, growing cold, turning paler,
Until the red,
Claims more than just,
The purity of its once-clean surface.
Blood looks blue in the vein,
Like the surface,
Of a cold Atlantic coast,
Delphiniums,
Growing in a neat spear,
Lapis lazuli,
So smooth and so deep,
A shade, unique,
Reflections of water and sky.
Even faded blues,
They are so mystical and alluring,
Like the kind,
That sits under skin and flesh,
Flesh, still ripe,
Even though blue gives feelings of coldness,
Here, it runs warm, with life yet.
Red or blue,
Crimson or navy,
Whether it runs undisturbed,
Deep in your veins,
Whether it’s gushing,
In a final moment,
(From an evil act),
Blood is blood,
God forbid, if you opened your vein,
It would flow,
It would pool just like another’s,
Like the ones,
You see through a screen,
The ones who,
Did nothing to deserve it,
Names forgotten,
Assailants unpunished,
Fodder for algorithms,
Martyrs for a cause.
That merciless flood,
That gushing red,
Could have been,
Your still-blue blood,
Just as it could,
Have been mine.
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Let’s get another poem out of the Green Room. Hello again 😊
I really like that you continue to write abt animals. Makes me happy. Also the way you compare the colour to all these different things creates a nice contrast. The cardinal is peaceful with the snow, and the rose on a grave gives a melancholic/sad twist which is probably more fitting for spilled blood. And a flame consumes.
I really like how the first part of the poem seems to slow down with these two sentences
Hm I don’t quite think that this line fits perfectly with the others in the second part. “They are so mystical and alluring,” it might be something that throws my rhythm off.
But I really, really like the final few lines here:
And the way you draw the comparison to the lyrical narrator. So in general, I really liked how you compared the two colours blood appears to be!
Wow....I am feeling some things right now. First off, it's beautiful - the way you speak, almost like a prophet, it adds so much. Secondly, the different ways of description really got my thoughts going - I could really understand the meaning. It's really just inspiring, so impressive and I can't think of anything else to say to express how good this is. Keep going, Purple!
Thank you, so much!