“The clear vowels rise like balloons” S.Plath ~ Morning Song
If this angel’s hands are wings
her voice the birds of prey
her smile the arrow singeing steel
to heal the scars, to go forth beyond
the battles, bones, and blood.
As this angel’s words can soothe
we listen and we burn for mending
what is broken and for blending past
with what comes next.
Not to be our best but for climbing hills
for seeking thrills in simply trying
to listen, seeing, seeking
knowing that this angel’s verse is us,
as we are them.
Today we write about ends at dVerse. By using an ehtnd of a poem suggested by Laura and focusing on the poem’s end we are encouraged to find our own poem. The last line by Sylvia Plath’s poem made me think of the poem read by Amanda Gorman inspiring for us all.
January 26, 2021