Engineering New Angels
6 August 2016
Workshop steel
Propping up decors
Decorum
Forgotten
Painted mask inside rotten
Spinning backwards wheel
Tides Await
Turn of Purging Flames
Mindless Games
Toy Soldiers
Molten Clay Water and Fire
High riding Desire
The Love lost
The Breath Gifts Stolen
Gasping Lung
From Earth Flung
Engineering New Angels
Iron wings flying
Reading of the poem:
Everybody hurts – R.E.M
Shiny Happy People – R.E.M
Losing My Religion – R.E.M
Beautifully Unique my sister!
Thank you my brother!
Robot angels!
Yes, sacrilegious! 😀
You describe a problem quite eloquently here; and with, as derrickjknight pointed out, with muscular language. What I really love most about this poem, though, is the subtlety with which you included the solution.
Thank you Stormwise Raven. The most unfortunate of course is what is described by Yeats in his “Second Coming” on varying intensity of all parties concerned
I like the imagery in this one. 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Wow
Thank you.
Muscular language
Thank you Derrick. Again Dreamtime Poetry. I fell asleep for quite a while today so have a lot lined up though not enough time to do everything that goes alongside the writing.