angel smoke

Heather T


again I was a child

worshiping barefoot breezes

given to the sunrise

of her born-again


she was new earth blush


her freedoms were a star-dance

of midnight constellations

and forgiveness was a song

that I could only hum


I cupped the laughter blind


catching angel smoke in nets

white wisps the still center

around which the universe

wrapped the fragile of my dreams


she smiled daylight redemption


and clover was a summered prayer

kneeling in her meadows

whispering soft my sins

to slow-song altar calls


and I was not a child


and she was not a child

in the temples of deep August

low smolder embers

ask me how my soul burns


in pyres of blue-eyed sky

  • Author: Heather T (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2017 17:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: Please forgive the re-post. I deleted the original posting. I regret losing the comments on the first.
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  • Accidental Poet

    Very nice indeed.

    • Heather T

      Thank you, AP!

    • FredPeyer

      Very beautiful scenery, great wording like "temples of deep August", or "forgiveness was a song". Heather, you definitely know how to write!

    • kevin browne

      okay, how does your soul burn? it's a provoking thought you captured as indeed all the way through. I wished had it gone on for longer. lovely writing.

    • WL Schuett

      Beautifully lyrical...

    • Fay Slimm.

      Breath-taking poetry - your talent for word is second to none Heather.

    • Goldfinch60

      Beautiful write, loved the last line.

    • whisperingquill

      Yeah that "temples of deep August" line that's a sealer a coup de grace wrapped in a feather . Booming write sweet Heather. 🌹

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