Dr Angel

A slightly more optimistic view than Dust...

 

See silken wings brush dirt from her cheek

Sewing  torn clothing

Invisible perfection.

 

See soft child’s hands pull skin over bone

Mending with scarless

New born flesh.

 

See golden counsellors quite her fear

Drying earthly tears

Showing the way.

 

See ambulance leaving, no lights, no siren

No hurry anymore.

Reviews

[Jason Henry]

chills yet again...your endings are nothing short of brilliant and moving! the poem on a whole is delicate and the flow is unusually peaceful and serene...i felt i was being rocked as a baby is by your words...

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im breathless. that poem made me feel. actually got goosebumps.

what an ending, it wrenches the heart. beautifully written - simple lines with complex meaning.

i applaud you