It’s the colour that beguiles beyond a reasonable doubt
lends ardor to the curve of eloquent lips
eliciting hue from lofty trees and sun’s eclipse.
It whispers and smiles when we blush about
when heart has unraveled all her secrets out.
Red, as nectar from pomegranate benignly drips
would that we win war of senses and come to grips
it’s the colour of memory, one which we can’t live without.
Red, as autumn arrives with amourous leaves
when the world’s enveloped in dreamless sleep
it’s the colour of want in the hour of solace.
Though glorious this shade often sin interweaves
hush, let us beg Lord for kindness in our souls to keep
Red, come take my flaws and leave me flawless.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Form: Italian Sonnet
Posted for Weekend Mini-Challenge @ Real Toads
And Posted on the poetry pantry @ poets united
Ooh, red is the most glorious of colors, and it is just the perfect shade of mood and tone in your words. There are so many delectable phrases — “nectar from pomegranate benignly drips…”, “amorous leaves”, “color of want in the hour of solace”, et al.
One is left with the sights and emotions of red — such an evocative verse, penned down beautifully.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
I like how you started this from the most personal and intimate and then used the red of the world… the way you captured the emotions, and avoided the blood and the rage made red seem intimate to me.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Red. One of my mother’s most favorite colors – all of the reds. I like these phrases quite a bit: Red, as autumn arrives with amourous leaves” and red as “it’s the colour of memory” That is the most beautiful line.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
As Bjorn noted, it’s wonderful and refreshing that you stayed mostly clear of the “rage, violent” aspects of red – although I detect a slight hint or trace of this in the last two lines of the first stanza – but in them, you’ve asked or suggested, that it can be tamed if we come to our senses … so yes, hail to red – and how you’ve walked us through the differences, from the lips, from the heart, to how it tastes, and then slips into our dreams too …
lovely versing Sanaa 🙂
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Pat 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
Lot’s to like here – I smiled at “…nectar from pomegranate benignly drips / would that we win war of senses and come to grips” – and the pun in “as autumn arrives with amourous leaves” – very nice write.
Thank you so much, Peter 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I admire the rhyme and love the ending of this poem! Leave me flawless.. 🙂
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so good to see you ❤️
That is the beauty of red that detracts from any flaws one might have and tempt the onlooker; not me of course for I look in their eyes!
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
It flows as if a soothing prayer and may he listens to us all.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Vandana ❤️
Such a passionate write
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I love this ‘red’ with beauty and innocence.
Thank you so much, Sumana 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
it’s the colour of want in the hour of solace…beautiful line Sanaa..
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Beautifully written. Thank you.
(As an aside, I think even the Lord would struggle to cart of my flaws.)
Thank you so much, J Cosmo 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The problem with responding to poems late is that everyone says what I wanted to say!
Your sonnet is vivid with passionate, beguiling red, Sanaa, that pulsates throughout the lines.. I love the way it moves between human emotions and nature’s glory, like a dance, in the lines:
‘lends ardor to the curve of eloquent lips
eliciting hue from lofty trees and sun’s eclipse’
and .
‘Red, as nectar from pomegranate benignly drips
would that we win war of senses and come to grips’.
I also love the way autumn red has crept into your sonnet with its ‘amourous leaves’ and I agree with Bjorn about avoiding blood, anger and rage.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
There definitely is something about red. I loved the idea that it takes one’s flaws and leaves one flawless. Red definitely is a color with personality!
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
A poem of red, in all her guises, very visually vivid. Well said.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I love what you’ve done with red!
Thank you so much, MMT 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I love the way the color shifts with each referent, innocent to sly to yummy to ‘flawless.’ Red doesn’t always share. 🙂
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so good to see you ❤️
A beautiful sonnet!
I like this interpretation of red: it’s the colour of memory
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Lovely. I love red. It’s the color used in Feng Shui and in my last name!
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I always seem to envision you as a beautiful fairy dropping glittering thoughts here and there having me agree to your statement…”IF NOT TO LIVE ENAMOURED BY LIFE THEN WHY?”
ZQ
Thank you so much, ZQ 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
And if she cannot be left flawless, she’ll at least be left with red. In this poem is it a marvelous gift.
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Wonderful poem, love red.
Thank you so much, Vicki 😀 so good to see you ❤️
A lovely invitation to contemplate the enchantment of red.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
You had me at the title. Of all rhetorical questions to pose, that is surely the one! Then the luscious poem that follows illustrates it so richly. Finally I discern what a beautifully-rhymed and well-constructed sonnet this is.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Red is definitely your color ~ lovely write.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Love it. Sanaa. I followed through and then the glorious end. Saved from our sins by the Red.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Wonderful! Red is as much a color, as an emotion … or a state of mind, perhaps. My favorite line: ‘Though glorious this shade often sin interweaves . ‘ makes that point, brilliantly.
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
a house without red
is a house which is dead/
Your visual illustrations are consistently beautiful.
Thank you so much, Rall 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Oh to be left flawless. A lovely red write Sanaa.
Anna :o]
Thank you so much, Anna 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Exquisite ….yes….!!
Thank you so much, Sreeja 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This is highly sensual and luscious. Beautiful!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so good to see you ❤️
“Takes ones flaws and leaves one flawless”.
“It’s the color of memory , one which we can’t live without”
Two of many outstanding lines in this lovely rouge-red sonnet. Gorgeous!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Oh red, that is a powerful color. You have written beautifully about its sensuality and the whisper of sin. 🙂
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Unique thoughts on RED, luv it
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Much love..
how exquisite and forceful the poem is! wonderful writing.
red is the colour of happening. : )
Thank you so much, Lee San 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️