Used Ink

Green, blue, yellow.
Never red do I use.
For red is the colour of bloodshed.

With used ink I write this book, with
vicarious hues of what I've done or what I will.
Some write doting diaries of love,
Some write just journals of past.
Here sits me with tainted tribulations,
Tests of courage; of faith; of perserverance.
What I write next is...

You tell me.

— Shadowrose, Jun 03, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Calgary, Alberta

Favorite Poets: Maya Angelou, Robert Frost, Robert Browning, Emily Dickinson

Critiques

themoonman

17 years ago

Shadowrose...

Hi, I loved the colorful writings displayed in my mind as I read... I felt that a few words could be omitted for flow and strength of structure... the second "with" in stanza two, if left may need to be part of the next line, but I felt it wasn't needed at all... Some write just journals of past... in the preceding line you already established "write", maybe just leave it out... the second "of" in line six of second stanza... I felt it unneeded... didn't add to it... and the ending... hmmmm , do you want us to tell you or are you asking your pen???? Just wondering and I am only offering suggestions, feel free to tell me to jump in the next fire I'm around... Richard

Shadowrose

17 years ago

hey, you’re right about

hey, you're right about the "with" in the second stanza, altho it's the punctuation that should be removed...Great suggestions, however those are there for good reason...sometimes restating an already established idea needs to be done (repetition), which is part of the poem's meaning, and the meaning of the ending. In the second line, second stanza "Vicarious hues", gives off a hint to what I'm referring to. thanks again