I.F. Kobjelska

Rookie (31.5.1991)

Red - Poem by I.F. Kobjelska

Red

Red is the colour in which I release scream,
Or at least just little sound between echo,
Dust hidden under dolly´s tiara,
Drinking forbidden jim beam.

Red is the colour of escape, freedom and flight over the mud
She can waltz and crawl in same rythm,
And still she´s lady wearing cap.

Just run through honey chimney,
Pull your hands and slice fame down,
Red is strong and still she´s feeling
How heads is dropping painful sound.
Red releasing
Red confident
Red alone
Red again..

In mousy streets, in autumn coats,
She´s leaving little change,
In clatter of boots,
She is painting tails,
No one can escape, fairytale faith

Red releasing
Red confident
Red alone
Red again..
Just run through honey chimney,
Pull your hands and slice fame down,
Red is strong and still she´s feeling
How heads is dropping paintfull sound.
Red releasing
Red confident
Red alone
Red again..


Comments about Red by I.F. Kobjelska

  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (12/15/2012 10:26:00 AM)

    Good red. thanks.
    I am invite you tom read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 15, 2012



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