Thank you
for pushing me.
I’d hate to miss Easter services.
I prayed all night
for help to get there.
I’m surprised no others
are going,
unless, I’m late,
or early.
It is Sunday,
isn’t it?
I like your after shave,
so fresh
like someone left the windows opened last night.
Better than the usual here, you know.
I’ve never seen a volunteer so tall,
strong,
and young.
I don’t understand the sword though.
Are you security?
You know I write poetry?
I see things.
God speaks to me.
I need people to read them.
Could you help me?
It’s been such a battle to get them out of here.
Thank you, Michael.
10 comments:
This one made me cry, thank you.
Creative take on the prompt. "I like your after shave, / so fresh / like someone left the windows opened last night." Very cool perspective that reveals a bit of a pleading tone through the questioning. Very well done.
so beautiful and touching. you wrote it very tenderly.
Touching piece, thank you for sharing.
what an interesting piece, the sword caught me...and then i really like the last stanza...smiles.
I was going to comment on the same lines as dustus. Reads to me as a last ride with an angel. Very sweet, in an Easter lily way.
This is so lovely sentiments.
well done.
Touching and sad. But also sorta sweet.
Good, narrator-strong work.
This is a powerful image of the archangel Michael come to take his poet servant home.
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