.
Before they ripen into diffused spirits
angels are leaf-stalks
and their wings begonia leaves
with dark surfaces
and red glitterings within.
Slowly, very slowly, they emerge out of the flower-pot
of the body,
take on the face of Bill or Bob,
pierce through the cool bower
of the world and ascend like the promise
of a harmonious end;
on their lips shine
the last bubbles of our breathing,
those droplets
of our unrelieved loneliness.
.
~ Katerina Anghelaki-Rooke
Time Turns...
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Something keeps me wakeful.
Something compels me to keep writing -
to tinker with the words I am given
from within...
~
Captives to time -
Time turns in...
16 hours ago