Treasure Island

Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

(Baltimore, Maryland)

My Red Poem


Here I write a red poem,
Sophie Tucker red,
'The last of the red hot mama's red'
It is a hard Tap Dancing Red,
St. Valentine's red...
Cinnamon Apple scented red...
Georgio sweet smelling red,
Victoria Secret Red,
Morning sunrise red,
Red Hot lipstick red,
The blush on your cheeks red,
Happy Go Lucky Red,
Written with my flaming Pink Craylo Pen,
On this October day...
Oh you kid!

Submitted: Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Edited: Sunday, February 20, 2011

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  • Theodora Onken (5/2/2007 4:26:00 AM)

    Dorothy, this is awesome, and it reminds me a lot of some of the poems of Anne Sexton!
    Best wishes,
    Theo (Report) Reply

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