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Smoky Mountain High (Free verse) by Dovina
A river rolls along, slow
in orange afternoon haze
Sun rises a ball of red
in Mississippi Valley
Folks there hardly notice
or think it strange
when summer follows rain
Meanwhile,
for all those swollen bushes
briars, brambles and weeds
overwatered, drying fast
on San Gabriel slopes
likely come summerâs answerâ
hot pink evenings
orange nighttime ridges
lovely in firestorm glow
when ashes of burned lives
fall like rain
and sun rises bloody, unfamiliar
in yellow murk
and weâll not call it ebb or flow
or rainâs result
but think it strange
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Posted: June 5, 2005 10:12 PM PDT; Last modified: June 5, 2005 10:12 PM PDT
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But he's heading for a descent, right? Why not
'sun swells a ball of red'? Better alliteration to 'afternoon' and 'valley' this way.
The second part shows quite strong images.
But don't put any more explanantories in, it's nice the way it is. (perhaps 'Smokey Mountain High' is a set phrase for burning hillsides?)