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I am red.
I am the color of soft satin sheets of seduction.
I am the prominent color of a hot summer morning sunrise.
I am the beauty of a single perfect rose.
I am the red hot chili pepper spice in your food.
I am the mouthwatering sweet flesh of fresh fruits.
I am the six inch stilettos worn by a female impersonator.
I am the flame that burns too hot.
I am the dark sticky residue sprawled on the street after Jack the Ripper’s work.
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https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/16/poetics-true-colours/#like-21350
I liked your celebration of red! “I am the six inch stilettos worn by a female impersonator.” And yes they are… 🙂
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Yikes, you’re a braver man than I😃
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What an amazing list of all things red! The last item really stands out 🙂
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You cannot miss red. Especially when splattered on the street! 😲 Here’s to red!🌹
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Very nice! Your red really runs the gamut all the way to Jack the Ripper!
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You lured me toward comedy with the stilettos and then took me to tragedy
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Wow, that last one is vivid!
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Oh my! Bloody good ending!
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Thanks!
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I don’t know why, but I did not see that coming. Sent a shiver right up my spine.
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Well is that good?😀
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You had me at “prominent color of a hot summer morning sunrise.” Beautifully rendered 🙂
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Thank you
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I read your red. I loved the list. I’ll never be green with envy again; from here on out…red!
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😀
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I like the way red described itself using all the senses. The ending showed the boldness of red.
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Thank tou
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You’ve captured the many personalities of red in these lines.
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Thanks
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Oh, that Whitechapel blood is still there.
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