red
the colour
flower
her frock
faded sandals
torn bag
the feeling
love
lust
passion
anger
the symbol
traffic light
crash
light dancing in the eyes
machines
beep
the sound of death
squigglesguiggle
straight
lines...
flashing red
red
the color
the feeling
the symbol
she lies dead...
4 comments:
the associations you've made with the colour are the obvious ones. it makes the poem nice but also ordinary. the ordinariness of the poem makes it endearing but from the person who wrote 'Wet' and 'Mooned', better performance is expected.
dear amu:::
thanks for the comment... the only reason i started a blog and remained anonymous was cos i wanted to hear completely honest comments .. comments unaffected by intimacy...
and u hav given me exactly wat i wanted... keep commentin.. lookin forward to it...:)
check this out...
http://mywordshop.blogspot.com/2007/03/red.html
funny how people want to write about red so bad!
:::dear vrinda:::
thanks for the link u sent... loved the poem... u hav given me a complex!!
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