high altitude halls
hard to breathe for the healthy
half-angels people
nothing left but eyes
graphic like the soul’s portrait
alabaster skin
they wander on air
hover above disaster
such force in weakness
above the chaos
plastic woes of everyday
half-men half-angels
rise in solitude
the bread of life on their palms
souls look into mine
Sasha A. Palmer
written for The Sunday Whirl
today's words:
I like this very much ... well enough to reread it. These are my favorites:
ReplyDelete"half-angels people
nothing left but eyes"
"they wander on air"
well done Sasha, good to read you again
ReplyDeleteThis makes me think of some kind of half-way station for the dead or dying... A hospital on a higher plain, somehow. Very nice write!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully written and shows much insight
ReplyDeleteThat middle place where beings transform...
ReplyDeleteAnd yet humans seem to thrive on chaos. Now if humans could help more with natural chaos than creating their own???
Thanks for your visit. ~Jules
They are the angels amongst us. I have nothing but admiration for people in the health care system.
ReplyDeletePamela
We need a few more half angels. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you all very much for visiting and commenting. It felt good to wordle again.
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