i am glowing
with a fierce litany of snow and sun
exquisite in my blush
when the angels call out
alleluia
and their wings unfold,
feathered corollas,
violet and lustrous in the midday light—
wholly small yet significant,
i recognize that i, too,
sing
even when it is not my turn.
Author notes
*anywhere is/enya
rip it
Comments
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It is really very curious work..and really makes me to understand its meaning and its line message as well..but indeed a piece with a greatness...
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Trying to decide if this is uncommnly beautiful poetry or a cerebral exercise playing hide-n-go-seek in the delicious imagery. Its late, so rather than fight with myself, I'll let it be both. Enjoyed this piece very much! Geo
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