I've planted some thought seeds, and this is what has grown.
Come rest under a poetree, or take a leaf home to brighten up your room.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Angel (Poetry Month 2012: Day 5)
She appears softly
a blonde halo curling from her head
and with a smile lovely as wings.
She is here
a miracle standing in the doorway
my angel in flannel pajamas.
You held me to your bruised self. I aching with a want that held, its own fears. We spoke words that were small charms against uncertainty bright faith flung at reality. I lay half scared held strong in this dark our host till touch breathed its nightsong and the words laid their ghosts.
Nightsong (Paula)
ReplyDeleteYou held me to your
bruised self.
I aching with a want
that held, its
own fears.
We spoke words that were
small charms against
uncertainty
bright faith flung
at reality.
I lay half scared
held strong
in this dark our host
till touch breathed
its nightsong
and the words laid
their ghosts.
G.Moon