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PRAYER
My God, the Euro
collapses,
icebergs sleepwalk between
banks of the Thames and,
in CBD bedsits in Balham,
Brooklyn and Balochistan,
mantras of a happy death
are injected, recited,
downloaded.
We set our fragile candles
here, there, adrift on the night
alight in naked windows,
landing lights of home:
my darling, touchdown safely.
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While Wall Street winks
Glaciers bleed their last
Got my happy pill today
To help forget my past
Patrick
Sheila
As always you make everyone think, and feel through your poetry.
I loved the softness and serenity felt while reading this one.
Much peace, love and candle light,
Amber
Love,
Eileen
Newfie Hugs, Rose
May God always look down on you
Chelsee x
Axilea
Thank you and Blessings,
Christine
I hope you don't mind if I echo Mr. Flanagan: indivudal, unique.
-gene.
One of your deepest and Best. Thank yuu. - Bill
John
Regis
Last-line is rather cryptic and feels out of sync with the poem, to my Pooh brain.
(((HUGS)) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
George