Bottom of the Fountain

Searching for the way home.

the sky is indeed the limit

for even the angels with their

azure eyes and radiant hair

can be bruised and branded

until they are too scarred

for the heavens

 

grounded with crushed wings

serving only as a reminder of flight

dirty and bleeding

they’ll kneel on pavement to worship

behind the stained glass of empty beer bottles

and congregate around the barrel fire

singing hymns they’ve long lost

but praises all the same

 

after chapel they’ll squat in the alleys

begging each plunging star for a ride home

and if there are no comets to count

they’ll roll up their pants legs and

collect coins from the bottom of the fountain

Author's Note

I detest the first stanza. Any other opening ideas?

Reviews

[Tina]

:-D....its a funny poem....lets keep aside any deeper meaning that it might be containing, but u sure have a very unique way of portraying your thoughts....your vision is cute and funny......keep it up!
And I see nothing wrong with the first stanza...in fact I found it good because its kind of different.