Angel Statues by Chris newlash

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Angel Statues

Angel statues frozen in time.
As you hear a wedding chime.
Hearing the preacher mumble.
Faces of the statue crumble.
Silently out side they lay.
As you bow your head to pray.
Wings of angels cold as stone.
In the garden all alone.
Some say they were once real.
Once they could, touch and feel.
They say that they fell from grace.
And somehow wound up in this place.
They're so confused, cold, and still.
Alone in the garden on the hill.

Chris newlash

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Jay P. Narain (9/22/2008 11:24:00 PM)
Very nice poem. Never thought of statues like that. Great imagery.

Joseph Tanner (9/21/2008 7:27:00 PM)
Yeah I like this poem, not one for reading much on ere...
So it's nice to see a raw talent...
My work not great at all but ya got something, with a lil tweaking you will be a great poet..I think that may come with age! lol

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Chris newlash (19-45-1900 / peeweeville alaska)