Sky Blue Poem by Richard Bunch

Sky Blue

Rating: 4.8


Can you finger that skyey
Riot come of age with frost, mountains
Furrowed, the tympanics of spring?

The hymns, thrums abuzz
With bee-deep illuminations
Unplucked from April's fields,
And still stroke the central sound,
Tip the primordial wine?

Listen. Explode now
With a delicious silence
To forge beyond blood-bred twilights,
Past the smoking dragon
Brow-deep, atom-steeped in ideologies.
For the end sky drums the bluest blue.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Poetry Hound 24 January 2005

Bee-deep illuminations. Hmmmmm. I think I maybe kinda like this poem. I'm not sure why because I don't get much of it. But I do like your most unusual desrciption of spring. Bee-deep illuminations. Yessss!

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Theodora Onken 24 January 2005

Good Poem Theodora Onken

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