alexandre arnau

(9.26.72 -? / new york city)

red


i like
red
it dances
for me



rolling
down my fingers
so pretty
red



the way
she dances
so pretty
the red
makes it
better



the floor
shiny
with red
in patterns
i can see them
like butterflies
or faces



dancing
across the patterns
making
new patterns
she makes them
singing
red



so happy
with the singing
and dancing
the red
dances with her
like the rain
on my window



red



so much red



my whole world
red
my hands
red
her pretty dress
red
the floor and walls
red



redredred



so happy
and red
she sang
from the red
on her throat
like a flute
or a fountain
so red
red red red
dancing spasms
to music
on the floor
and in my head
red



whole world red



redredred

Submitted: Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
1 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (red by alexandre arnau )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Daisies, Mark Heathcote
  2. Sailing away, Nalini Chaturvedi
  3. Altered reality, Nalini Chaturvedi
  4. Family Reunion, Lawrence Beck
  5. EIDIA العيدية (MONEY GIVEN BY PARENTS TO.., MOHAMMAD SKATI
  6. Valentine, mary douglas
  7. GOD'S GLORY, Tom Zart
  8. Even After Us, Naveed Akram
  9. companions, paul bamberger
  10. Nothing Else To Do, Kyle Schlicher

Poem of the Day

poet Christina Georgina Rossetti

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]