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~_I look at the buds still wrapped on the ripening kernels. I want to be in there, unhatched and unpolished._ —Shirley Kaufman, "Poem in November", _Gift of Tongues_ Death's wings written January 10th, 2021 The Angel Death wraps his wings around me I feel him there when I stop suddenly Death's wings jostling around me settling into place. He holds his breath so I won't have that proof of his presence or any other reassurance in this life. Are his wings protection? or curse? Their silence wrapped around is my well known company these many years Death's wings my comfort in life.
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Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 7:48 AM UTC
Death's wings
~_I look at the buds still wrapped on the ripening kernels. I want to be in there, unhatched and unpolished._ —Shirley Kaufman, "Poem in November", _Gift of Tongues_ Death's wings written January 10th, 2021 The Angel Death wraps his wings around me I feel him there when I stop suddenly Death's wings jostling around me settling into place. He holds his breath so I won't have that proof of his presence or any other reassurance in this life. Are his wings protection? or curse? Their silence wrapped around is my well known company these many years Death's wings my comfort in life.
I wrote this while reading a bunch of gritty urban fantasy. It is fun to try on different things. The poetry that I post as inspiration, is part of my poem also. I love that I am writing again! Thank you for reading me!
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Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 7:48 AM UTC
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