Wait! What should I do?
Is what I should do
after two guardian angels from Heaven came
to sow big black bumps on the smooth skin licking my feet
bumps that tumble daily from the lower clouds cushioning a cherub
a humble cherub that rains manna timely
during silent hours and active at dusk
to initiate, because
in the midst of his chorus, his mistress
who has no ideas, no signs, no feelings, nor can sense, only sees structures
and the cherubim spitting their roar,
seek a white moon in the middle of four dark moons
even at the blast of the holy bells 12 times each day
until the 1 time holy ring each day
still in the angelic smiles of the moon. when the cherubim
steer tongues back and forth the wet rails grading me with lexis
Wait! Where do I live?
Is where I live.
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Author:
Paro (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 10th, 2023 09:43
- Comment from author about the poem: Feb, 9 23
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Comments3
Very good starter. Good write. Welcome to the community of excellent poets.
I am glad I made my way to this page .. I hope you will stick around a while .. Neville
Thanks Nevile. I appreciate your time and comment.
'Poesy's, manna of bewitching betwixt'
a great read, thanks for sharing
thanks very much for your comment
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