Caged Angels
A glimpse,
A glimmer
Out of the corner of my eye.
A word.
A whisper.
Cherubim flicking the back of my mind.
Floating.
Flirting.
Get the net and catch ‘em,
Paste ‘em on a page.
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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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