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Rett
Rett
Aug 11, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Of All Things Red

Of All Things Red

Constant dreams of treasures
Beyond this mortal realm,
Of wondrous love and heroes whose
Exploits are sung in hymn.

Of places filled with beauty,
Women oh so fair,
Castles full of maidens
That float upon the air.

The launching of a thousand ships,
An epic love affair,
Of lying in red satin sheets,
And damp and tangled hair.

The fullness of a lovers lips,
Of vows that once were said,
The petals of a rose so sweet,
And of all things red...
— Rett, Aug 11, 2008

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Region, Country: Southern Texas, USA

Favorite Poets: Dickenson, Longfellow

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infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 10 months ago

Nice!

The first two stanzas sounded almost fairytale like, and dreamy. At least you have stuff bugging you that you can write about - having some major blockage here. Maybe will drink some Drano, and see if my vacation sparks anything. Really like this write, Rett. ~Jess ---------------------------------------------------- "Just 'cause you have one, doesn't mean you need to be one....."
Rett

Rett

17 years 10 months ago

Jess

Don't worry about blockage. If you worry about it, it just gets worse. Whenever you have a few minutes to spare, just sit down and type whatever comes to mind. Nonsense, unrelated stuff, things that pissed you off, dumb shit you did, whatever it is. Save it and hours or days, whichever, go back and read it. Seven out of ten times it will inspire something. Glad you liked this. Thank you lindly. Respectfully, Rett: "Life is like a beach. Salty, gritty, somewhat fishy and at other times, downright crabby!" Rett 2008.
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 10 months ago

Love the colour red. Love

Love the colour red. Love satin sheets. Love passion. Love this poem. breath is the fire of how red turns to blinding white and blows away in an exhale, freezing in a river of dreams. wouldn't you think the top of the mountain, always closest to the sun would have no icecaps? ;-) ~A
Rett

Rett

17 years 10 months ago

*L* thanks

Nice little write there! Yeah, you would think the tops would be hotter and underground cooler, but such is not the case. When it gets hot below the mountain, turn it over! *G* Thanks Anna. Rett: "Life is like a beach. Salty, gritty, somewhat fishy and at other times, downright crabby!" Rett 2008.
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bellavistabear

17 years 10 months ago

Excellent

Really nice work of art. I especially loved this passage "The launching of a thousand ships, An epic love affair, Of lying in red satin sheets, And damp and tangled hair." Look forward to reading more of your work. Brian
Rett

Rett

17 years 10 months ago

Thanks Brian

I appreciate it and am very glad you enjoyed it. Respectfully, Rett: "Life is like a beach. Salty, gritty, somewhat fishy and at other times, downright crabby!" Rett 2008.
Rett

Rett

17 years 10 months ago

Thanks Donnie

I know what you mean. this one kept running through my head all day and I couldn't go to sleep til I did something about it. *LOL* Rett: "Life is like a beach. Salty, gritty, somewhat fishy and at other times, downright crabby!" Rett 2008.