Arms cast wide - the angel flies
through skies gone grey with death.
She floats upon the swirling clouds
that stole her very breath.
The wind no longer buffets her,
nor the howling wind bring fear.
In the center is the eye of God,
The sky there, blue and clear.
The house siding had peeled away,
and the roofing tiles flew.
The anguished cries of family -
chill morning air imbued.
A treasure torn from loving hands,
wrapped in a misty pall;
her tiny body broken
when the storm had let her fall.
The angel braves the gleaming path,
amidst the ever-raging sky,
to kiss her mother's tears away,
though she knows not why she cries.
One final kiss, and then she soars
to heavens' lofty peaks -
spared the sorrow of a world
grown heartless, cold, and bleak.
Author notes
This didn't turn out quite the way I had hoped it would .. but .. how could I not write something for this contest?
In a list
A contest entry
- - Help the Helpless - (Let Their Voices Be Heard) [Warning-Graphic Image] by Desire.
925 points, ended May 30, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A quick one for the best! by Peachy.
1800 points, ended July 6, 2008, 36 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I really like this!
It simply flows and it's so beautiful!
Thank you for entering!
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Thank You!!
Thank You for Your entry: Bleak
This piece tugged hard at Spirit and while I was reading which I did several times~ after inhaling I was also crying like a baby~
while I was reading this for some reason I could feel fluttering of wings and then was being shown a reference to the tale: Twas the Night Before Christmas
but seeing it unfold...feels like a comparison of You speaking and the images unfolding while I read
Love the rhyme and getting word: Passion You brought forth through each stanza~ I said 10 Lines MORE or LESS so this is just fine in case anybody
questions~ You sure kept my interest while I was reading so Kudos
I kept getting it needed to be done in this manner...I'm being shown there was a point to make and to try and slice off the fat (so to speak) it would alter the energy and *feel* for Your words spoke volumes Strange as it may sound...after reading, I kept hearing an energy call: Mommy- Mommy~felt like calling You
Hopefully that makes sense
Powerful images You have brought forth
These lines grabbed and pulled~
The angel braves the gleaming path,
amidst the ever-raging sky,
Touching Voice spoken (Message)~
Thank You for sharing Your Heart also Spirit!
Best wishes to You in the contest Sweet Soul
**Judging will be done shortly...
Many blessings too
and much love~ Desire~*~~*~
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Thank you!
Thank you very much .. I was originally going to stop at the first stanza, which would've been only 8 lines .. but I felt like I wasn't doing the topic justice, and I was inspired to show a little more of what had happened - I'm glad that you appreciated it, despite the length! Thank you for running this contest .. we can always look to you when our hearts seem to grow numb, and you never cease to stir us up to new heights, whether it be through love, or through pain!
*many hugs*
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Oh my, this sent chills my way. Beautiful rhyme in such a sad piece. Well done to you. Good luck. Juls
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That is very good, a compleat difrent angle. Very good.
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This is breathtakingly beautifully penned and sad. You soften the tremendous agony of this disaster with your gentle words and unforced rhyme. There is a place and a time to call a situation bleak. You painted a picture of tiny souls being escorted to heaven in a miraculous way. I might have title this "Reprieve From Hell" Best wishes. I loved your poem.
Shana
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