Heaven And The Working Class Poem by Lori Boulard
Heaven And The Working Class
She collects angels
the way others amass shoes,
or a child collects marbles
or unicorns, surrounding herself
with their mythical grace
like a plush mink coat.
Filled to its beams
with a thousand wings
her bedroom crouches, ready
to rise from its floorboards
to the grand foyer of her Lord.
She's been praying
for that moment for some time.
She has some questions for him.
I like this poem. I think you could expand on it, make it a two-parter and create an even better poem. The poem is almost too elusive, as regards working class, and what or why the questions. It reads as a person of unquestioning faith (a physial hoarder of faith, in a sense) so I'm wondering why the questions. I like the comparison of the childlike to the faithful. Also the use of a word like 'amass'. A good writing. More thought-provoking than it first appears.
I like this one also, two good writes Lori, very enlightening, and very sweet as well. Love the subject. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/11/2024 4:27:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I think I get this in the very last stanza.....