The Descent

A Poem by J Todd Underhill

06/04/2019

A loud liquid thud,

Dust disturbed.

Battered and bruised.

Cherubim and Seraphim moan.

The Harps in Heaven silenced.

All things happen with reason.

No recollection,

No memory of before.

Dazed and confused.

The veil has closed.

Out of the night sky,

Just like a lightning bolt.

An angel has fallen.

© 2019 J Todd Underhill

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Einstein Noodle

soul wrenching tragedy in reading for me sir...really happy to see you visiting the Cafe' and sharing .. its been a while :) i felt the thud .. smelled the plumbs of dust .. the agonizing cries as angels fell ... oh my soul ... what can we be at all without our Creators grace in life ... :((((((((((
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Thank you very much for your words. Time has not allowed for much writing or any poetic pursuits as .. read more

5 Years Ago

ahhhhhhhh Grand Da hood .... a blessed place :)

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Einstein Noodle

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

5 Years Ago

Thank you very much for your words. Time has not allowed for much writing or any poetic pursuits as .. read more

5 Years Ago

ahhhhhhhh Grand Da hood .... a blessed place :)

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J Todd Underhill

Denver, CO

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J Todd Underhill has been writing in the Denver Colorado since 1987. He has embraced poetics and spoken word art as his chosen art medium. He owned the title “Poet” in 2008 though his writ.. more..

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