a pair of angel's wings.
I was not naive enough to believe them real.
I wondered who had left them there.
You sat in the bed in the light by the window grinning.
I thought you were crazy.
I looked to see how you'd stuck the wings together.
Looking for glue, I plucked out the feathers.
And on the pillow your face grew paler.
for some time now I have been embarrassed by the word angel.
had a chance of existing.
and your body grew thinner.
I plucked till you all but vanished.
reminiscent of some vague disaster.
In the evening I go out alone now.
You say you can no longer join me.
who fed on the light I'd stolen.
it brushed out the feathers gloating.
I must review my disbelief in angels.
i think that this poem is fantastic but i'm confused about it's meaning.
what have you taken as your meaning of the poem?
I'd like to know your interpretation of this...I see something new each time!
and you are all but faded.
Perhaps this is too simplistic a view, any other thoughts...?
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