Angels

You want to write a poem about angels.
Not because they are winged and white and haloed
And in many paintings very beautiful
But because you have seen many things and remembered
Only angels...



...I don't necessarily have to see
An angel, I just want to see some wings,
Even a flash of them, gliding, moving
Up and out...




this one is fun:


...I suppose
The scenery gets dull, if you're
An angel. All that cloud and pearl.
There aren't chariots of fire
Every day, you know, and it's a long time
Between appearances in dreams.


(all extracts above are from "A Poem About Angels" & "Looking For Angels in New York" by Jacqueline Osherow)


...What a nice fall day it is today.
Sarah says days like this make her miss New York. I am too nostalgic for places & people i love but don't get to see anymore.
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