Closure

finding closure

Milton's Mysterious Dream

William Blake

my sister called

"they shot that b*****d in the face.

finally justice served!"

she shouted

from a squalid pit

an angel rose

to kiss

my cheek

she was someone

I once knew

she told me

she loved me

her kiss

warm and delicious

as I remembered it

her lips as soft

as my now 

opened soul

once felt them

through tears

she implored me

to let her go

she could

see my heart

was still beholden

to her kiss

her tears

an earnest

homily

of absolution

she long ago

forgot she was crying

yet I could taste her tears

her sorrows finally

released me

from my

primordial

grief

Jimi Hendrix

Angel

jbm

Oakland

5/4/11

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Reviews

[r. f. jordan]

"her lips as soft
as my now
opened soul
once felt them"

the appears to be a concentrated melancholy to the brevity of this piece, as if the speaker lacks the fortitude to fully get into the details of the involved pain. nonetheless, the form holds onto that changing channel rapidity that threatens to reduce our moral fulfillment. good work.