Amethyst spires reaching for the blue glass sky,
Light flowing around, dancing away, having escaped to fly?
Or towers made of spikes where unknowns may underlie,
Curling, hungry smoke floating above all with gravity to defy.
You decide, a place of peace or a place where dander is nigh?
Author notes
I wrote this for a contest and for some reason, my poem was not entered. It was inspired by the picture in the contest. If you want to see it go to http://allpoetry.com/contest/2347804
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Great and wonderful write. You have such talent my dear. God bless you in all that you do.
Tabitha

