Summers Blood Poem by Kevin Patrick
Summers Blood
July is drunk with heat
And the afternoon's sun is stoned
Dilating a bulging red,
Curing the skies glaucoma Soon everything's a haze As the molting ruby pours A serenade of drowsiness Slips between my bones
Time surrenders to the light natural motion is slowed I feel my life is relative As minutes become centuries
The sun has me tipsy,
I feel insurgency
Summers bloods a wonderful drug
Feeling forever young
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4/16/2024 11:26:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Feeling forever young, yeah summers magic. Amazing diction word choice here, great poem in brevity. 'Moulting ruby' wow admire that phrasing. Strong terms blood ink, very impressive. Kudos. So Nice to read from your pen again, I hope u too will review my latest poem titled, 'For all cheese chums'