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Post by AquarianM on Nov 3, 2020 2:07:17 GMT -6
Sartia's Halo Polish...
Even halos get dulled, Centuries of flights in all weather, Missions of mercy and constant scenes of agony, The acid in an angel's tears pits even the best materials, And the corrosion of the soul facing death, Time after time after time, Followed by the healing expansion of spirit, The one you get in the joy of a miracle delivered, The flowery scent of tears of joy, When a mother sees her child cry away near death, Surviving with no longer fevered little curls, Still damp with the sweat of fate, Sartia's hands have always been brave, As she scrubs the crags of woe from their halos, As each touch brings a flash of the visions, The sight of what the Heavenly host have borne, As Sartia rinses them with martyrs' blood, And tears of requited love, Under God's golden moonlight, In her little garden world of pale roses, Her blue eyes are ancient, And her soft face is ever young, As the shaken hug her in mutual comfort, Their halos returned after each brief respite, Their crushing weight for a time lifted, She cries but softly in her state of gentle grace.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 12/18/2001
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Post by Catlady2710 on Nov 3, 2020 11:54:31 GMT -6
Wish I could comfort Sarta herself.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Nov 4, 2020 9:52:50 GMT -6
Very beautiful.
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Post by AquarianM on Nov 5, 2020 1:13:36 GMT -6
Thank you Cat & QF. This is one of my really old ones, and I used to love crafting "character poems."
Dan
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Post by QueenFoxy on Nov 5, 2020 8:37:48 GMT -6
And a very good job you have done with this one, Dan.
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Post by AquarianM on Nov 5, 2020 17:38:57 GMT -6
Thank you, QF.
Dan
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Post by goldenmyst on Nov 7, 2020 19:17:56 GMT -6
Dan my first thought upon reading was that she was a medical worker with refugees in Syria or anywhere wars have afflicted the children. I must say this is a powerful character poem that takes me into the heart of this woman and her struggle to keep her halo untarnished but survive. Each image you present is profoundly etched and leaves me feeling for your character in a way I don't always for poets.
John
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Post by AquarianM on Nov 7, 2020 20:05:03 GMT -6
Dan my first thought upon reading was that she was a medical worker with refugees in Syria or anywhere wars have afflicted the children. I must say this is a powerful character poem that takes me into the heart of this woman and her struggle to keep her halo untarnished but survive. Each image you present is profoundly etched and leaves me feeling for your character in a way I don't always for poets. John Thank you John. May our better angels prevail. Dan
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