>Starr Williams< Poems
|2.||The Crystal Fall||4/25/2006|
|4.||Little Black Bird||7/9/2006|
|6.||King Of Glory||12/25/2006|
|7.||Sometimes I Wonder||5/13/2006|
|11.||Do Not Judge||7/9/2006|
|12.||In A Song||5/7/2006|
|15.||To Me...You Are||6/11/2006|
|18.||For Such A Time As This||6/11/2006|
|19.||I Would Have Lived||6/19/2006|
|21.||A Lost Poem||6/19/2006|
|22.||Breathing Place (Yellow Moon)||6/8/2006|
|24.||Can You Imagine?||4/21/2006|
|25.||A Scary Dream||5/13/2006|
|26.||Color Me Red||5/15/2006|
Color Me Red
Red is deep anger that never comes out
Red is believing, and then having doubt.
Red reeks of revenge, of suffering and hate.
Red is being thirsty and having to wait.
Red, in a painting, makes one hot and confused,
It’s the anger of crying when you feel you’ve been used.
Red is that voice, deep in your head,
It could keep you back, but pushes ahead.
It mocks you silently with a voice full of hate,
“You can’t do it, you are weak, and it is your fate.”
Red feels like fire, singeing your heart,
It’s wanting to be together, but having to ...
Wind is an audible whisper,
It’s a secret, and it’s a laugh,
Murmured through the timeless trees,
From ancient ages past.
It sometimes calls through blackest night
For the owl to hoot and scream,
It plays a haunting winter flute,
In the meadow near the stream.
Piping little melodies,