Crimson me
solitary vibrant leaf
bright among the detritus of fall
Crimson me
rising sun ‘neath lone streak of cloud
splashing daylight into roiling ocean’s blue
Crimson me
hand-tied twisted rambling tail
flying high with diamond kite in sky
Crimson me
red rose beribboned bright
silent love song from stoic gone rogue
Palette of smudged pastels and oils
color me in life’s brightest hue
more than a blush, a sheen
I choose patina
to shine, to soar, to sing
I choose to live in love
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Victoria is tending bar today and reminds us how important the role of repetition is in our lives. As it can be in poetry. So today we write using repetition – a phrase, a line; a sound or a syllable within a line or stanza.
Photos are from Bermuda and Cape Cod, except for the rose which is in public domain. B
lillian the home poet 
Brilliant!
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Just getting to my responses….so very glad you enjoyed! 🙂
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No worries and thank you again for sharing your Writings with me and so many of your followers. (@–>–)
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I love how you took an adjective and used it as a verb. Crimson me…oh yes!
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Some how I’ve always loved to verbify! 🙂 I did a post quite some time ago that ran with “Ganache me” and it had yummy photos with it too! Glad you enjoyed.
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Most certainly!
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Yes, your photo collage fleshes out the images your words inspired in my mind, Red has always been my favorite color, from power ties to my vehicle. The fifth stanza resonates for me, as does the photo. An oil painter’s palette becomes instant abstract art.
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This palette was hanging on the outside door of a Bermuda artist’s studio 🙂 Needed no address as it was the only palette in sight. Yes, I can definitely picture you in a red car! Cherry red or claret red? Or fire engine red? 🙂
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This is so lovely and the use of repetition works so well. I always savor poems that use painterly and color metaphors and this one just overflows with them. Photos also delight.
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Thank you, Victoria. I really enjoyed this prompt! 🙂 Glad you liked this one.
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First off, “crimson me” is fantastic. Always always fond of noun as verb. Then, its repetition only makes me more so. Beautiful.
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Ah your comment has me smiling. Made my evening! Many many thanks 🙂
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You have surely ‘crimsoned’ every one of us. Well done!
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed….I figure crimson is a smile in color 😉
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You’re wearing your rose colored glasses again, aren’t you Lillian? I’m glad, that’s a spot of beauty on the horizon
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My daughter says I’m a Pollyanna. Well….for me….I like to believe in the good. I’ll take rose colored glasses any day agains smog and the polluted air that some seem to carry with them. Glad you enjoyed! 🙂
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Absolutely
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I love the way you filled the poem with colour through repetition of just one word coupled with beautiful imagery, Lillian! It’s hard to choose a favourite line.
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Glad you enjoyed, Kim. I do like to think of crimson as a color smile 🙂
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Crimson me
red rose beribboned bright
silent love song from stoic gone rogue
Beautiful! Your use of repetition here is splendid!❤️
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Thank you so much Sanaa! 🙂
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Wonderful play with the word Crimson….I hear Pirate and tide alongside that word but you paint a much more beautiful picture.
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Ah the crimson sash of the pirate with the parott upon his shoulder! 🙂 Glad you enjoyed, Paul.
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You got it…..aharrrrrrggggghhh me hearties.
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“Crimson me” is evocative on its own, combined with the rest of your words, it near transcendent.
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What a lovely comment….I truly appreciate it! 🙂
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I just love the repeated phrase… the palette is great… and the turn to patina in the end ties it up so well
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Ah…..leave it to you, Bjorn. You’re the only one who caught the “patina” — love that word! 🙂
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This poem has such an intriguing rhythm. Lovely. And red being the pulse of life….red dominates so much of life.
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Thank you! 🙂 I love to make up verbs and do believe that choosing to color my life with vibrant hues helps me meet the challenges of life! 🙂
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Your repetition has a very nice flow…lovely.
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So glad you enjoyed, Jennifer! 🙂
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a clear depiction of a colorful life!
very enjoyable to read…and the art at the end….did yo do that? it’s just lovely.
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Ah, glad you enjoyed. The palette photo at the end of the photos — is actually a picture of an artist’s studio door in St. George’s Bermuda. I thought it was beautiful too! 🙂
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This is beautiful! To live richly, in full technicolor….yes!
Angela Kay (Kay)
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The best way to live!!!!! And with an aura of hope we carry with us to all places…in all discussions.
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Absolutely!
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