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 Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 11:48 pm
Broken Machines and Angels...
Broken machinery lies among the
ruins of a temple to a fallen Goddess.
Telling the tale of a maiden in the
sun who fell from grace and was unmade.
Shards of glass twinkle in the cruel
light, broken by the luster brought from
the celestial wench's fall, only to
be trampled upon by brightened boots.
Rose petals of life leak from a faucet
left terminally on, porcelain stained at the
wrist. Firelight glows on steel,
a bestial god is brought to heel.
A hammer upon anvil stops,
the tired smith now drops.
Feathers flutter as the angel's head falls
to the floor alongside the broken machine.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 12:09 pm
Absolutely beautiful. The imagery gathered me up in it's arms and took me to another world.
I love your poem. heart
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