Glass Angels

There you stand

tall and untouched

your halo glows...

or is it just me?

There is something on you

dirty and staining and disgusting

it almost looks red...

or is it just me?

Your face is unchanging

the ends of you sharp

you seem to be dropping something...

or is it just me?

Drops of blood appear

I don't know from where

there is something glistening on my skin...

or is it just me?

For an angel you have no grace

no response, no compassion

instead you don't seem real...

or is it just me?

I am not an artist

I do no make art

but there is something beautiful about skin marred by red...

or is it just me?

Reviews

[anant mody]

cooooooll
keep up good workk:-):-)

[Dante Carlisle]

I like it. The repetition of 'or is it just me' brings the poem back to focus on the writer rather than the subject. It turns in to a dual study, rather than one simply of your 'angel'.

Did you mean to put "I do no make art", rather than "I do not make art"? If not, the typos always take away from a the focus, because as writers we tend to notice them. We're all here to help each other get better, right? The writing is great, though. I can't ever help much with poetry, simply because it's not my strong suit, I wish I could give you better critiques on how to improve. But, maybe pointing out what appeals to me works just as well.

[Mahlo Metsys]

I like the unique rhythm this poem has. Also like the nice deep personality of the wording. It's dark and mysterious and seems to have touch of sentimental tone in the atmosphere, I'm sure that's what you were going for. Job well done.