Vermillion Dawns

Vermillion

I burn white flags

In the breaking Dawn

Bare ancient stigma

To the sun

a tangerine dissolution

of lingering injustices

stick figure platitudes

enveloped in shattering

velvets and vermillion

annatto and corals

bursting the dichotomies

of our failings

open me and read

of the conquering

shadow and dust

distaste in memories

scarred patterns

of lassitude

woe and dolor

painted doors past

broken down teeth

set into backdrops

on a stage

of despondency

clatter in the distance

hope and salience

tell-tale games of

the here and now

fingers brushing

with wide strokes

upon a palette

coloured by Eliot and Shakespeare

small fists thrust

in bowls of service

larger hands holding

them in place

slain in soul

put to paces

insolent

broken yokes of yore

Baring heart to newborn day

in remembrance

we are not

who we once were

we must be

who we can become

 

image courtesy of Darla Witter and Pinterest

14 thoughts on “Vermillion Dawns

  1. So good to read your work again.

    You nailed every line and feeling there is, anger in the force and rebellion in the wake of dawn and a new year of hope.

    my favorite lines: in remembrance

    we are not

    who we once were

    we must be

    who we can become

    The ending all came together and you my friend are a wonderful soul and a powerful writer. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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