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In The Skies Of Ethereal

All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2014

 

 

Slipping away I hear the good days call

They seem to mock me from afar

Humming-bird wings blur my site

As nature breathes my view through scars

 

Lines converge around my thought

Created by mundane her endless trials

Life seems rife but caught

In seams that go on for miles 

The water levels rise

Universal sand sparks a glass

Drowning in high tide requiems

You see my years do pass  

Tin-foil as my shield

I attack the man with the gun

But Heaven forbid he's firing blanks

Or that his eyes get lost in the sun

 

Solitude defences

Sold to me in droves by masks

In missionary beliefs it will help

With all I seek and ask 

Let water make me ill

Let me be sick on my beautiful days

Let the hold of pain fold

Through orchestral scenes from aching plays

 

Patrolled by Angels in the skies of ethereal

Crowded with souls and thorns

From the dead to the waiting in line to live

Are cubs kittens babies fawns

 

 

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This is really something, I like the formatting and presentation.

The poem itself is full of wonderful lines, which quoting just one would seem unfair but I have two sections which really stand out for me.

Humming-bird wings blur my site
As nature breathes my view through scars[/quote]and this,

Crowded with souls and thorns
From the dead to the waiting in line to live[/quote]Thanks for taking the time to share this buddy, I really enjoyed reading it.

Keep \'em coming! 

Wow, nice use of words to add vision to the writing.

thanks both...  good to see you enjoyed it  

This is a good poem. The words don\'t appear like they quite match at first, but it does flow well.my favourite part is:Patrolled by Angels in the skies of etherealCrowded with souls and thorns

I think you meant \"sight\" not \"site\" here? \"Humming-bird wings blur my site\"Anyway! I really enjoyed this poem -- anything to do with this kind of subject matter always tickles my fancy. I like how sometimes words that didn\'t seem like they would rhyme, sounded like they did as I ready through it. There\'s a lot of imagery here that I really enjoyed and it\'s hard to pinpoint just one as my favourite  Really looking forward to your next piece!

Thanks Frosty.. silly typo