Sunday, May 18, 2014

Hospital (wordle poem)

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 

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  1. I like this very much ... well enough to reread it. These are my favorites:
    "half-angels people
    nothing left but eyes"
    "they wander on air"

  2. well done Sasha, good to read you again

  3. This 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!

  4. This is beautifully written and shows much insight

  5. That middle place where beings transform...
    And 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

  6. They are the angels amongst us. I have nothing but admiration for people in the health care system.


  7. We need a few more half angels. Well done!

  8. Thank you all very much for visiting and commenting. It felt good to wordle again.