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August 01, 2006

Drowning Angels

This picture is entitled, "Blind Flight".

Drowning Angels

The echoes of
unspoken words
are prayers
to drowned angels
caught in the fishing nets
of blind men.

They pull in their catch
and dine on angelic flesh
only to sprout wings,
take flight,
lose their boat,
and fall into the sea.

Ill at ease with stolen wings
they rip them from their backs
renounce their claim on divinity
and die as men
that know the comfort
of regret.


_Soulless_ said...

the comfort of regret

-- a fitting encapsulation of wisdom earned and consequences lived. ^_^

Glad to read more of your riveting poems, Max! (Methinks we're both back from hiatus. Hee.)

cargwaps said...

ah max! it's been too long since i last enjoyed the beauty of your words. and for that, i am truly sorry.

i couldn't help but wonder as i read your piece, how on earth did you come up with this? even in my dreams, i am not visited by such vivid and creative thoughts. we mortals can do nothing but envy you. ^__^