The movement of
Eternal wings
A chorus lost
Each angel sings
Rough hands
Worked to pain
Hold gently
Each drop of rain.
Weary eyes
Burnt by snow
Blinded by
The sunshines glow
Open with
A heavenly stare
Looking deep beyond
An earthly care.
Chariots of flame
In idle dream
The mirrors reflection
The running stream
The caring thought
Its unselfish kiss
Into the depths
Of mysterys wish.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments6
So..... you've given up waiting for the bus, and are gonna take wings and fly into town?! lol.
thats it, wings on and into town lol
lol. I used to be The Birdman until I jumped off from this cllliifffffff - do ya hear me? Good acting, innit?! lol.
This has a most interesting flow pattern with waves and surges as if a backwash after the wave. Nicely written
many thanks always appreciated
You are most welcome Norman
Well done. Your poem seeks to express the complexity of human emotions and the quest for understanding in a world filled with pain and beauty, ultimately aiming to inspire contemplation and connection with the divine.
great description, thanking you, always much appreciated
Epic imagery, Norman 🙏🏻🕊️
most kind, thanks, always much appreciated
Most welcome my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Norman, this really moved me…there’s a quiet reverence running through it that feels almost meditative. It doesn’t rush…just unfolds gently, line by line. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind, thanking you always much appreciated
Those mysteries are always there before us Norman.
Andy
thats true my friend, thanks for read always appreciated
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