Sunday, 22 July 2012

The Last Angel Flying




  The last angel
flying

back
and forth
in these thin trees
where the weakening sun
veers north
south
east
and west
will be swayingly drawn
down
through mournful breeze
 to the faint sound
in the darkness
growing ever more dark
in the weak heart
and the
doctor's
cry


Arbeit macht frei!
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4 comments:

  1. The Weaver of Grass22 July 2012 at 13:19

    That poem has so many connotations for me Gwilym - amazingly sad and poignant. I look at what is going on in Syria, what is going on in Ethiopia, all the sadness in the world - north, south, east and west - I think that poem encapsulates it all.

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  2. Unknown22 July 2012 at 19:17

    I'm the last angel...
    great poem, thanks for sharing..

    http://bit.ly/LEfD6F

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  3. Unknown22 July 2012 at 19:47

    This is an amazing poem. thank you for sharing it. :)

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  4. Gwil W29 July 2012 at 20:07

    Pat, Mas and Alexandra, many thanks for the inspiring comments, I've tried to improve it a little. I think it works.

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