PEOPLE MIGHT MISS IT {a poem }

October 31, 2013 · D_LEMUR

I’ve been speckled like that frost that clings to to your automobile winshield.
Almost like some vague LeRoy Neiman olympic painting that just makes you recall some other painter.
Just like that runner in the painting, like the coin rattling down the coin slot……
clikity clang specked like a rose covered in blood mistaken for sweat.

Better be a yellow rose —-or people might miss it.
Better be a cut to the bone —or people might miss it
Blood stings when you get it in your eye
But it never disguises itself as sweat.

Soon all you really notice is that vivid contrast of color,
that is if it’s not red on red…………..
but if it is,
people might miss it.

Thank you

Life, People, Poetry, World

5 Comments

Cedric_Andre says:

October 31, 2013 at 6:42 pm

I’m sorry, I was meaning to read your poem…but I missed it 😆
Jean_S says:

October 31, 2013 at 8:47 pm

PEOPLE REFUSE TO UNDERSTAND THAT IN WHICH IS NOT BLATANTLY OBVIOUS AND THEN AGAIN SOME OF WHAT WE READ CAN MEAN DIFFERENT THINGS TO DIFFERENT PEOPLE. BUT, A BLUE HIPPO IS STILL A BLUE HIPPO , EVEN THOUGH IT IS MORE THAN LIKELY MADE OF PLASTIC 🙂
Lil D. says:

November 1, 2013 at 9:37 am

people do miss the little things and at times those are the important one
Love your write DL :love:

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