I love to drop what I'm doing and sit down at Meanderings and Muses to write about things I love and rant about things I don't.
This is about one of the things I love.
|Pottery by Boyd Owens|
The color red.
I've written about it before in one of my favorite pieces about needing some red in my life, but I just happened to run across this wonderful poem and decided it was time to do it again.
|There's a lot to the color red. Many feel it's a stimulant and related to our energy level. And an attention getter.|
How the color red affects us physically
Red around the world
Interesting and fun stuff about red
Popular phrases that include red
Red in the garden
Red and our sense of tasteRed fruits are flavorful and nutritious. Although not seen as frequently, there are also red vegetables. A few of my favorite red foods are listed below.
Red and our sense of smell
And since I love the power of images - here are some I wanted to share - - - just 'cause. Enjoy! And embrace the power of red.
Celebrate it with music - - -
Whatever your favorite shade might be -
fire engine red
Sing about it !
Dance to it !
Shake a Tail Feather, Honeys !
ending with one of my all time favorite poems, ever -
The Red Dress (or What do Women Want)
by Kim Addonizio
I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.