Hidden Wings

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Pen and Ink by Claire Worden

Hidden Wings

I saw them huddled in the shadows…
Shadows of their own
Crawling up the cobblestones
Reaching for a way out…
It was December
The sunshine a worthless burden
In the freezing cold
Hampering their attempt to hide
From a place where hope
Is seldom found…
Where escaping the cold
Has become no more
Than a distant dream…

I saw the ice along the sidewalk
Too cold to allow
A single drop of water
To melt along the curb…
Wind too bitter
To stop their eyes
From shedding tears
Upon their torn and tattered clothes…
An occasional soul passing by
Making sure to look away…
As if catching a glimpse of hell
From the corner of their eye…
And perhaps they were…

I saw a stranger across the street
Dancing with his shadow
Sipping from a bottle
Wrapped tightly
In a brown paper bag
Sometimes flapping his arms
Like they were wings…
The snow began to fall
Flakes that shine like diamonds
Gathering quickly upon the sidewalk
Only moments fore
The nightfall hides the sin

I saw the stranger stop and stare
At the couple huddled
Trembling in the darkness…
In the cold…
He crossed the street
And walked up to the doorway
Of the abandoned building
Where they crouched with arms embraced
To find some warmth…
He removed his coat and placed it
Round their lost and lonely hearts
Telling them he’d be back
With something warm…
They smiled and thanked him dearly
With their eyes
Too cold to even speak a single word…
But they’d heard those words before
Just empty promise…
And never thought the stranger
Would return

I saw a group of people walking briskly…
The stranger leading way
To the place he’d spread his wings…
They wrapped the freezing pair
In tattered blankets
And walked with them
Down streets of heartless souls…
They carried them
Into their hidden village
A darkened alleyway
For those misplaced
Where warming fire and bits of food
Were shared with all
With grace…

I guess you never know
Where you’ll find angels
Perhaps they linger not in perfect view
For angels often hide their wings
Behind brown paper bags
And dance with shadows
Clad in tattered shoes

Namasté

Michael33

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On Billowing Cloud

On Billowing Cloud

On Billowing Cloud

I stood on the edge of a billowing cloud
Looking down at the winter wheat
Dancing so gracefully
To the symphony of a morning breeze…
The colors of miracles
Weaving their threads of wonder
Cross fields of light
While the first blush of dawn
Touched ever so softly
The tender tips of grain…

It was a most beautiful morning…
It would be a magnificent day…
For I had seen the world
Through eyes beyond my mortal blues
And touched the sky
With ageless hands of innocence…

Namasté

Michael33

Behind the Smile

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The following is about abuse… physical abuse… sexual abuse… child abuse… abuse against women… mental abuse… verbal abuse… self-abuse.  It is about depression. It is about you and about me.  It is about those who look the other way while that voice inside them is telling them that something is going on that is very, very wrong.  If you suspect someone you know is being abused in ‘any’ form… talk to them.  Honor the trust that it may take for them to open up to you and expose the truth… no matter who is involved… no matter the circumstances.  Listen to them.  Reach out your arms and hold them… tell them that they are not to blame… love them.  They may never feel comfortable enough to open up to you… but if we ignore the silence behind the smile… then it is ‘all’ of us… that is to blame.

 

Behind the Smile

Of course you wouldn’t know
If you weren’t searching
She hid the secrets well
Behind the smile
But truth was unforgiving
In the darkness of her room
Where stains could not be
Hidden neath the tile

Of course her pain
Was always kept in silence
She never let the sounds
Escape the dawn
But truth was unforgiving
In the scars upon her skin
Where blood could only drip
Upon the pawn

Of course you couldn’t feel
Her anguished marrow
She kept her nightmares
Locked beneath the bed
But truth was unforgiving
In the words upon the wall
Coming from the
Voices in her head

Of course no one could
Reach inside her sorrow
She never could escape
The ties that bind
But truth was unforgiving
In the face behind the smile
Where innocence was lost
To sickened minds

Of course we could not know
What might have happened
If she had scribed her truth
Across the sky
But truth was unforgiving
For the one behind the smile
Till one small voice
Inspired her soul to fly

Of course we have to listen
To their voices
But what about their silence
In the rain
The truth is unforgiving
For the ones who wander blind
Not searching neath the smile
To find their pain

Of course we have to reach
Into the shadows
To find the versus
Hidden in the night
But truth is unforgiving
When we look with blinded eyes
At innocence…
That never finds the light

Namasté

Michael33

Keepers of the Gate

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Keepers of the Gate

I called upon the universe
To show me heaven’s gate
So I would know just what it’s like
When I fulfill my fate

I know there must be forests fare
And lavender in bloom
With streams as clear as crystal jewels
Or that’s what I presumed

But what they showed was up ahead
Seemed clouded by the mist
It’s difficult to pen the verse
Where time does not exist

They drove me down a highway lined
With mortals left with thirst
And said to me “You tend to them,
It matters not the verse”

They showed me homes in rubbled ruin
From hate
From war
From greed
Where people pray on bended knee
Their souls left there to bleed

I found myself where I once lived
Saw homeless in the rain
More difficult to pass them by
When you can feel their pain

I flew with angels to a land
Where babies fought for breath
And children live out in the cold
To dance with certain death

So this is heaven, I inquired
Of keepers of the gate
They said,
“Old man…
Please understand
That angel wings have weight”

Perhaps we’re here upon this Earth
To find how love relates
And share what earthly wings we bear
With those of lesser fate

Namasté

Michael33

Echoes of Silence

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Echoes of Silence

Perhaps he has indeed gone mad
Though sanity just made him sad
His gaze gets lost in colors born
With blush of dawn in early morn

Though sense he cannot make of breath
Yet lingers not in mortal death
For he has wandered far beyond
Where marrow sips from earthly ponds

His silence echoes through the room
Musing fields of lilac blooms
He dreams of runes upon the wall
In rhymes of love he often scrawled

Perhaps he hasn’t gone insane
Wandering thoughts just rearranged
Perhaps he lingers worlds unknown…
Perhaps his soul’s already flown

Namasté

Michael33

When Moonlight is Hushed by the Rain

When Moonlight is Hushed by the Rain

When Moonlight is Hushed by the Rain

I surely could not have mistaken
The light in the calm fore the storm
It brought to me hues of the dawning
In poetry whispered and warm

But lamplight has always cast shadows
When moonlight is hushed by the rain
Where palettes touch softly the portraits
Of dilettantes lost in their pain

Though what if a miracle happened
And rain only brightened the bloom
Would sparrows sing songs in the willow
Would candlelight glow in my room

I surely could not have mistaken
The hope on the wings of the wren
While knowing that love lights a candle
With light in the words that we pen

Namasté

Michael33