So Red: 2007_MixedMedia1 by Carol Hershey

9/23/08 Poem by Betina Hershey Russo

With painting, red can be so many things
It can be what life is, what it was, what it shall become.
It can be blood smeared, vibrancy or snowflake delicate.
There are such indescribable complexities
Explained through the way red
Shows a bit of white, and then dissembles
Into orange.

With poetry, it's hard to make much of red.
Until red is describing Was, who's underneath Is
While Is is squirming to hold Was down and away
From some indescribable pleasure,
Some potential Will Be.

Imagine this whole poem
In shades of red
With owl glass circles
Looping through
The red was is will be.