sometimes an angel resigns,
coming to rest, statuesque,
beneath a moon-dark sky
bidden by no one,
resigned to slow longing;
a travesty of stone
and folded wings.
A contest entry
- Quickie - I think I remember how.... by Poetic Tasha.
800 points, ended October 5, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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This is hauntingly beautiful
the image you left in my mind is of that stone angel
Well done on your HM
and keep on penning
Best wishes
Julie
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Interesting to turn a statue into something like this... or to turn an angel or person into a statue. I enjoyed your descriptions of transformation here.
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Thanks, ten!
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Love the imagery and the mind set of this beautiful piece hun Hugs angel♥
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Lovely, really nicely written.
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wonderfully penned take on the prompt
with great imagery [ i love the idea of the stone angel ]
best of luck, thank you for entering
Tasha
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