The voices of angels
Hang by a thread
A ribbon from Heaven
Words yet unsaid
The sour tongue of sorrow
A tear from the sky
Reflection from mirror
A deep hanging sigh.
The sound of wings
Angels slowly unfurl
Shake free their worries
Lost in this world
Invisible footsteps
To echo unseen
Walk the dark corridor
Of each mortal dream.
The abandoned desk
Of poets now gone
Ink and yellowed paper
Now travelled on
To realms of pure beauty
Young women to smile
The death of the muse
Immortalized in time.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Excellent, somber with a smooth, easy flow. A fave!
most kind, much appreciated, thanks
It seems that poetry is a dying art held by a thread in other art forms such as rap. Well written
much appreciated, thanking you
You are most welcome Norman
A vision I’ve had now poetícesed marvellously. Also imagining how much more yellowing a yellow legal pad would undergo in the aging process. lol 🙏🏻🕊️
thanks for read my friend, much appreciated
Most welcome dear Norman🕊️🙏🏻
Nicely written. Your poem revolves around the voices and presence of angels, the impact of loss, and the enduring legacy of poets and their work.
thanking you always appreciated
Good write N.
Ahh, you gave up writing poetry about a bus cos you forgot what one looks like? lol.
lol
Norman, what a hauntingly beautiful poem this is. The angel imagery and quiet melancholy weave together so naturally...especially in lines like “A ribbon from Heaven / Words yet unsaid.” Then that abandoned poet’s desk arrives and the whole piece deepens into something almost sacred. It feels like a meditation on memory, art, and the lingering echo of those who once created beauty in this world. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
you are most kind, thanking you and your comments much appreciated
So beautiful
most kind, thanking you always much appreciated
Often the muse disappears Norman but it always returns.
Andyh
the poetry remains my friend, thanks for read much appreciated
Lot of powerful images ! Fav.
most kind, thanking you Lorenz, always appreciated
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