Painting the Town Red

Image: Red Roofs, Marc Chagall, 1954

If I must dream
then let it be thoughts
as light as air
with skies of blue
oceans too and
not a nightmare

for instead

I see this scene
in chaotic dream.

A fallen bride whose groom
already has an eye on
his next conquest

A watcher in the sky who
cannot disguise a smile upon
seeing the scarlet woman
so intent on
painting the town red.


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There are lines of love and glory
circles with red dots
which start at their end
then, which way is up?
(who cares)

Although basically shy
I’ve always tried to be different
have never conformed to what
was considered
(by most)
is the ‘norm’

My one long earring dangles
although, it isn’t forlorn
I could have a pair
but just, like one there.

New fears are born
of not ‘fitting’ into
the confines of others
and concepts of how they
‘think’ we should be.

I say to them all:

I beat my own drum
dance to its rhyme
so what does it matter
if I sing out of time.

I don’t know the Jones’s
and won’t die of shame
if I don’t wear those labels
which make me the same.

Be bold
Be different
Be as abstract as you please

Don’t wear other’s labels
wear your own name
as you please.


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The Painting is by an artist named  Wassily Kandinsky.
Not fond of abstract art but, this painting seemed to suit what I wanted to say …lol

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