Sights to see on a Road of Trees

The Brass section booms in the Blackforest.
A stark Angel is split
Right down the middle with the
Strike of the Cymbal
It falls apart piece by piece
Arm. Thigh. Lung. Wing
Until a chorus of its own
Comes down to sing.
Blood spills from my
Overfilled heart
To the coarsely paved road,
As I watch the hidden choir
Sing Dido’s Lament
As they carry
Their fallen brethren
Home.

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I wrote this after a brief facebook conversation with another great writer singer poet. I’m not sure if she wants to be named but this poem wouldn’t be were it not for her.

Comments

  • Trenchtownrock
    Trenchtownrockabout 4 years ago

    I am so loving this..first, the title is wicked..love the beauty that it connects to my mind and then your words are just blazing sunshine into a dark pit..so good.

  • Jenifer DeBellis
    Jenifer DeBellisalmost 4 years ago

    I’m thinking this would fit well into Cathy’s con-ed publication. Let me know if that’s all right. :)

  • Of course that’s alright Miss Jen :-)

    – callmejulia

  • Jenifer DeBellis
    Jenifer DeBellisalmost 4 years ago

    :) Excellent!

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