Poem: Scarlet Imperfection To Perfection

I was a passenger in the backseat of our family vehicle. The small bumps in the pavement lulled me to a place of perfect repose. As we looked outside our windows we could see the sky painting a magnificent show for us. The sun was going down, but the heavens were brighter and more astounding than I had ever seen them before. It was as if someone had set the clouds alight with raging wildfires and splashes of pink and purple scattered about. I never wanted it to end, but the sky had other plans. The masterpiece before us began to recede into darkness as the nighttime engulfed the sun and put daytime to

A common theme throughout literature is religion and how the author feels about his or her faith. Nathaniel Hawthorne uses rhetorical devices to draw comparisons between characters and events in The Scarlet Letter and Biblical figures and accounts. A few of the devices found in this novel that connect it to the Bible are symbolism, paradox, allusions, and characterization. It is important to first look at the characters and how they are described through characterization.

As the wind brushed the back of my dress, I turned around to overlook the waves of golden ocean, pouring into the small town I called home. But, my eyes became fixed on the sun. It was so wonderful, so beautiful as it rose out of its slumber in the mountains. I always felt the sun’s warmth on my cloudy white dress, and I loved how it always felt like my father’s hugs.

Agapé The sky is as blue as it is always; grey Yet there it is again, outside lurks a sensual whisper from the wind Remaining stars left weakened in dismay – I will wait! My promise hung open those obeying oceans, Blurred blank; a tide pulls back from a shore of opaque truths With its lunar leader’s right declaring myself and him to find More, more, more.

Beneath A Scarlet Sky indulges into the life of a young man, whose life is ravaged by a war that was bestowed upon him.

As I look up at the burnt orange sky I feel like I could forget where I am and what I am. I love watching the sky, during the day, at night, at sunrise and sunset there isn’t one time the sky disappoints me. As I walk home from college and watch the sunset morph I can’t help but feel blessed, everything still isn’t perfect but it’s going to be.

Okay since I have nothing to share at the moment, I'm going to list things I hate.

Before the sun vanishes, it projects an outstanding image. While showing the vivid colors of a wine-red, a salmon orange, and a lemon yellow, the sun still appears to be creating an astonishing view. The colors mix like the time I mix my cookie batter; it's allowing an extremely good mix that tastes and looks like the best thing in the world. Looking at the sunset, just makes me smile and appreciate all the little things I have in life. The I-dont-care-about-anything-but-this look just flashes across my face, while I continue to stare at the pleasing sunset causing me to think about all the tremendously good memories with my friends and family. It's granting me the chance to ponder on the opportunities that I have had successes on. Pushing

Brown soil mixed with red rocks covered the ground; the sky filled with a neverending red. Time did not exist, but when they sky bled the brightest, morning appeared; night would seep through when the sky became dark. The natural weather did not appear in this realm. Soaring hot and a clear sky reigned here.

The sand was as white as whipping cream, sleek and fluffy. The endless ocean and the sky were matching perfectly along the line faraway. Although no tough rocks to dodge, shells and crabs dissolved into the sand and were absolutely spotless, the pricks of sticks poked my feet. My footsteps marked the sand like a tattoo. While the flowing breeze of the salty gust of wind soothed our skin like if I was sleeping continuously in my cozy bed, and blowing the silky sand like feathers blowing in the clearing. The clouds were like mushy vanilla soufflé which relaxed in the wild blue soda sky. The tree’s spirited green dynamically making people peaceful. Personally, it was a pleasant place to take a nap. A drizzle of saltwater ran down my cheek, fish swarming in the sea looking for a cool water. Blazing fire roasting my skin as if I was trapped in a steaming sauna. Beach huts lined up perfectly along the bridge, assuming that the inside was splendidly air conditioned.

She stood in a laced primrose red dress with her arms resting over the luxurious balcony decorated with snow white leather seats accessorized with robin blue designer pillows. It was a wet and foggy April’s day and it was drizzling ever so slightly. The small rain drops dripped down her neck like bugs. The heavens peeked through the storm clouds and showed exultant colors of coral and lavender. It was as if the sky above was whispering to her the most tragic secrets of life.

I stood alone on the Spanish beach of Torredembarra. The tide bowed before the sand carrying the inky reflection of the twilight sky. The rhythmic lapping of the sea whispered to me, coaxing the secrets from my defenceless mind. I stared out into the endless ocean transfixed by its depth. It made me think how old the salty waters are and wonder how many other souls have stood before it senselessly confessing their unspoken troubles mesmerised by its deadly grace. Above the moon hung, suspended by the star. A dull silver globe master to the wild tide bellow. A sudden explosion of red. Wonder stole my breath as I watched the fractured reflection of the moon bleed from a sombre white to a stark red. I glanced up at crimson moon ablaze with a million shades of violent red. Something cold tapped my foot pulling me from my trance with a spark of fear.

In the early hours of the morning, the rising sun would exaggerate her radiant beauty. She would stand statuesquely by the glass window in profound thought, staring beyond the horizons. Red was a regular girl who had dreams and ambitions that were out of this world. Her view on life was positive; there was never a dull moment in her life. She had inner beauty that was vibrant with life, her soul so pure and innocent…

Gazing out of my bedroom window one night, I witnessed a breathtaking view of the yard. As if you are transferred into a fairy tale. The sky seemed like a piece of beautiful painting. The whole ambiance of the space was captivating. The fluffy clouds were dancing around the moon making the light falling on the ground to glimmer dramatically. By the passing time the cloud shift shapes into something new and exciting each time. The stone pathway led one to the exquisite marble fountain. The soft moonlight hitting the marble make it shine as white as pearls. The moonlight made everything, the flowers the tree leaves and bushes all glittered like jewels. A light breeze was making the branches dance to their own rhythm. The cool wind carrying the smell of the flowers was a reminder of a spring day. The chirping of night life added more life to the whole scenario. The soothing environment of the yard portrayed the idea of how the heaven must look like.

There she lay on a blanket of white silk, purple orchids and red roses adorn her. Eyes closed, the stillness in her bosom. Breath no longer escapes her crimson lips. Hair once long and black, now silver, yet divine. Her arms that were always open, ready to encase me are now crossed over her chest. She was my mother. A woman like no other. For you all our fate together was meant to be. While i sit here with her now, iI gaze out the snowy no y covered window and iI reflect.