22 November 2016

Fallout as Red as Blood

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Red by by User:Fæ

Two lines conformed ahead:
one to receive free love
and one rejecting it
(or at least skeptical).

He took the love-free line
unwilling to believe
freedom will give true love
or he can receive it.

Both lines forged routes along
mountain ridges toward
the peak, but could not see
each other’s progress up.

Climbing was hard so he
grew curious about
the other way.  Do they
have it much easier? 

But, paranoid, he can
not voice his question nor
ask fellow travelers
if they regret this choice.

His group trudges in line
brushing off rose petals
that drift, petals they think
float from the love parade.

As they continue, some
start accumulating
the red velvet fallout
in hope of infection.

But he imagines that
the petals also land
on those walking with love
who think they come from here.

He doesn't notice those
starting to help others
climb, doesn't look to right 
or left, just stays in line.

For Elizabeth’s Creativity Challenge Day 2 ~ Love

My blog poems are rough drafts. 
Please respect my copyright.
© 2016 Susan L. Chast


soulsmusic said...

Beautiful Susan. So many fail to see that to get love, one must give it, freely...


Sherry Blue Sky said...

WOW! This is the dark heart, described to a.....well, to a T. Smiles.

Martin Kloess said...

A harsh ending, but in the beginning you give the reasons why. Superbly done

Sumana Roy said...

aha...i totally agree with Sherry :)

undercaws.com said...

The traveler feels like a skeptic, and yes his heart is dark. I love the image of petals, velvelty and falling. Thank you.

Mary said...

You have nailed it.