Alone
A hill somewhere in time, she stands
Arms out stretched, from them they hang
The long ago wings of angels long passed.
Gone
The tender soft music they played
When a setting sun, moaned in pain.
Sending it to rest, under a blanket of stars.
Remembered
Wisps of air, scented of lavender and myrrh
Made by the soft beating of angelic wings
Long ago and far away they are now.
Revisited
At life’s end, the time, the air, the wings
Rejoin in harmony and love
For to God they go and will, once more, be born.
A contest entry
- Pic Inspired by RedAquarius.
525 points, ended March 14, 2007, 5 entries
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Comments
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*smiles* you made me think of angel wings and all the pretty and hurtful things that come with death.
Thank you Rascal
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Should remove the period after Alone in first line since it isn't consistent with rest of poem. A wee bit confusing since at first it's about "she" then changes to "they". I get a soft gentle feeling when I read it, which is nice. Good luck and thanks for entering.
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