Red
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
The red around us means STOP, DANGER, NO
If it is human-made. Perhaps it hints
Some other code in nature. In the glow
Of skies at sunset, reddish orangey tints
Portend good omens, say old-timey men
In seaports. In transfusion bags their red
Means life. The wattle of a pecking hen
Brings smiles with clucking. On an Irish head
The color causes beauty in bright lines
Of poetry and also for love’s paint,
Rosetti paintings. Brushes use the signs
