A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
I’ve come outside to play.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves glitter red
Until the day turns dark.
I’m safe in my bed,
A red swirl in the park.
Rain pelts the park.
The wind cackles.
I flee in the dark
On raised hackles.
The path is gone.
Night has come too soon.
The path is gone.
Lost in the full moon.
Red is the blood flowing
through your veins.
Red is the sun’s last ray
as it sets for the day.
Red is my vision as
I watch you play.
Red is the desire
I feel for you each day.
Red is your blood now
flowing through my veins.
The road ahead is wet and slippery.
I follow the red, blinking lights.
My eyelids hang heavy.
My yawns grow wider.
The lights blur together
forming a raging fire.
It fills my windshield.
I sit forward in the red halo.
I must stay awake.
Red flows free
from the ocean
and through the town.
Red seeps into windows,
along the stairs,
And into your beds.
Red sucks dry
the innocent,
the sleeping.
Red takes all.
THE DEAD GAME
THE CRIMSON REFLECTION
The sky’s crimson reflection
mars the ocean’s blue surface.
As the sun sets for the night,
it hides behind the darkening clouds.
The sky dips into its bag of tricks
to bring forth a yellowed moon.
As the sky becomes inky black,
the water flows blood red.
From the murky depths,
dark creatures rise this night.
Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,
leaving bloody footprints in the sand.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
MY SECRET
Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves & flowers.
I want to look at water & not towers.
Colors to brighten my day.
A place where birds come to play.
I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
I will see fish swimming by.
Not monsters lurking nearby.
Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.
elegiac
TICKLE MY TOES
They tickle my toes.
They line up in rows.
Oh! What can they be?
A starfish or three?
The water has a pink shine.
Too many colors to rhyme.
Red for my long, long hair.
Orange fish who swim near.
Yellow for the rays of the sun.
Blue for the water that’s so fun.
I can stay here the whole day.
The seagulls have come to play.
The birds circle around me.
Yes! It’s the best place to be.
