SpectrumA Poem by Lewis Davis-NormanAnother example of how my style is always changing. Enjoy!
Slivers of sangria dribbled out In a dangerous blush. A blade Of blood, or a voluptuous kiss On the lips of cerulean sky But shards of amber suspend Aloft, in bold and ardent fire. Like lava they carve a serpentine stream In the ridges of cerulean sky. Canaries flutter in serene stupor The corn of heaven, rippling with wind Or a wasp? Beating its malicious wings In the calm of cerulean sky. A lucid meadow shimmers with sublime Aura. Breathing in the fresh summer rain A bud is born. It reaches its spawning stems Grasping the cerulean sky. Oceans of peace. A utopia where Sapphires gleam, supple tears of Gods. Holy waters tenderly gracing The brow of cerulean sky At last, the stain of sanguine wine A bruise. The spectrum’s dark side. Indulgent and unfurling, lustful It blooms in cerulean sky © 2013 Lewis Davis-NormanReviews
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