Transcendental Sonnet #1366:
Cold Crimson Dawn

From the weary brow of a hill
I watched our reality burn
The question: will we ever learn?
The answer: no we never will

With all consumed the valley gone
I dreaded that cold crimson dawn
Which spoke the sky had turned to blood

I knew there was yet more to see
After the fire then came the flood
The remnants came down with the mud
In slow-motion catastrophe

Today the rains have gone away
The fires out as hope battles doubt
Today on this first day of May

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMV

Phanomonal! I particularly like this sonnet, it flows from one verse to the next so smoothly and what wonderful imagery! Also, a multi-leveled poem I feel, one one hand it is talking about the wrath of nature, wild fires, floods, mudslides. And on another it could be speaking on man as a whole. Simply marvelous!

Thanks, Mandy!

Your encouraging words really make me happy!

I found a cool photo with which to illustrate this sonnet on AuthorsDen; I think it pictures the subtext quite clearly.

Love,

+Stevie

Elegant tittle Steven...

misty..

yes, this is a good title. and the sonnet is drawn with a fine pen of spectral ink.