Soul Star

Soul Star short poem

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Why would I
not sing to you
in tears of
vermillion fire?
Sing the fires of blue flame,
sing the rage of form.
For these words
no location
in the blood-red
depths of an apple-green
paradise.
Yes, yes your azure eyes
speak mine.
You breathe Bordeaux.
Your body is a rainbow
in this gunmetal world.
Heather me, feather me
in this gunmetal world.
Your seraphic soul
a star sapphire,
your roots a verdant green.
Awaken me
you do
in this
most pale night.
You cry out in me

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Raymond Keen is the author of "Love Poems for Cannibals" (published in 2013) and the drama, "The Private and Public Life of King Able" (published in 2015).Raymond was born and raised in Pueblo, Colorado. He was educated at Case Western Reserve University and the University of Oklahoma before spending three years as a Navy clinical psychologist, with a year in Vietnam (July 1967 – July 1968). Since that time, he has worked as a school psychologist and licensed mental health counselor in the USA and overseas, until his retirement in 2006. Raymond is a Life Member of Vietnam Veterans of America (VVA) and Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW).  He lives with his wife Kemme in Sahuarita, AZ.  They have two grown children, Anne-Elise and Michael. 
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Ajay Singh
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The words of soul ! Thanks Sir

Carl "Papa" Palmer
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Your rhythm sings, Ray, describing this iconic image beautifully, ekphrastic.
Impressive subtle rhyme – your/azure, bordeaux/rainbow and bold use of color
creates perfection.

Richard_Chamberlin
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Very sensuous!

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