Large angel.

[chadwick]

Large angel.

Just out of reach
floating on the sky’s abrupt edge
stands a giant angel
transforming wind and rain into wings.

Looking over the vastness
of her new homeland
clouds gather at her feet
forming spiral staircases and banisters going down.

Sacred light-beams flare in song
ricocheting off brass horns moving through amazement
which blares out in spectacular breathtaking beauty
with more softness than all the sky ever known
blue and white.

Again another day
her softness takes over my soul
as her pure attendance opens up
delivering me to her pleasurable morning.

[DinghyDog]

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[MissJam81]

[chadwick]

angelic morning fire
her lips barely open to the expanse of invitation
her sleeping mountainous chest
my forest and peeks where i am fully on
a field like a wig around my skull lies below but how

this question is a french horn blasting insync
perfectly matching harmony with everything that surrounds all seen
and unseen as a storyteller's achievements are broken rebuilt and sailed onward past where violinists and harpsichord players raise their children where castles crumble and ferns praise the stone's cracks that have allowed numerous spores to attrack sunshine and raindrops

this

(to be continued...)

[mikalina]

Very nice poem... Thank you for sharing.

[pandora]

Large angel.

Just out of reach
floating on the sky’s abrupt edge
stands a giant angel
transforming wind and rain into wings.

Looking over the vastness
of her new homeland
clouds gather at her feet
forming spiral staircases and banisters going down.

Sacred light-beams flare in song
ricocheting off brass horns moving through amazement
which blares out in spectacular breathtaking beauty
with more softness than all the sky ever known
blue and white.

Again another day
her softness takes over my soul
as her pure attendance opens up
delivering me to her pleasurable morning.

I see and feel an astrological moment of importance

I like it