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Poem of the day – Clouded Angel

Clouded Angel

 

Slim trimmed wings;

Fragile and fluttered

Skimming breaths of moist air.

 

Hoist up into stars; trembling in deep space

Wild wind; dust gathering dust

Broken gate hinges squeaking in jammed closing rhythms

Probing traits of reluctance

 

Jousting with fiends on cross tangled talking telephones.

 

Stalking under the fire burning bridges

Set alight by bludgeoned personalities

Struck by the street light yellow mist gathering

 

Shattered in shovel free graves

Done by diggers

Tricked into receiving

Answers

To questions

 

October 2nd 2016

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2016

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