RED IS, by Yolanda Adele

 

After reading the wonderful book, Hailstones and Halibut Bones, Adventures in Color, by Mary Le Duc O’Neill, several writers took up the challenge of writing about color. Here is Yolanda’s tribute to “red.”  Do you think, as I do, that she created a vivid snapshot of a bright red moment?

Red is: Loud, not to be ignored;

   Red is: Bold like the bull-fighter’s defiant pose;

Red is: Glowing eyes of the bull;

  Red is: The satin of the matador’s cape;

Red is: Sand wet with blood;

Red is: Scent of roses, a sultry senorita throws in the bull ring;

Red is passion that smolders to be

 Unleashed.

A PRELUDE TO A SLEEP, by (Kacie) Kathy Cooper

My emotions exceed my power to contain them
And so I sleep...
Should I raise my voice and complain then?
T'would only make me weak

For who would hear my deepest sighs?
A trailing of the wind
And who-so-ever would recognize
The sadness I hide within

Only He who towers high on high
Beyond the marvels of existence
No time or space can ere deny
His beauty, his consistence

Be with me then, inside my darkness
Erase my "worldly" view
Tighten up my sense of sharpness
And let me see, see only You