Red is the Color of a Midlife Crisis

picture from Fine Art America (Bill Gallagher)

picture from Fine Art America (Bill Gallagher)

MIDLIFE CRISIS: a period of emotional turmoil in middle age caused by the realization that one is no longer young and characterized especially by a strong desire for change

My friend Noelle is a talented poet and all around delightful creature. She wrote THIS poem recently (the link takes you to an audio version where you can hear her read the piece) and it made me want to play with color. So, I did:

 

Red was the color of the Corvette

That never met

His need to reclaim his youth

Red was the color of the heels and skirt

She wore to work

The day she caught – and held – his eye

Red was the color of the fingernail

That left a trail

Down his arm after a hallway passing

Red was the color of the heavy pour

That opened the door

To what if

Red was the color of the message lights

On the nights

He worked late

Red was the color of the therapist’s card

As she worked hard

To save this thing he claimed to want

Red was the color of the roses he bought

When she sought

Evidence of his remorse

Red was the color of the clock digits

That timed her fidgets

On the night he didn’t return

Red was the color of lace worn by the other

And the puffy eyes of the mother

Of his children

Red was the color of the blush

Their natural flush

One from passion, one from shame

Red was the color of the intersection signs

That in her mind

Became a message from the universe

Red was the color of the Corvette’s tail lights

On the night

He was dismissed

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