Awash With Angels Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Awash With Angels



Shirts hung out
in the sun’s expected light are now
wafting angelically in unexpected mist.

Sleeve reaches out
to sleeve, but the wind somehow
snaps gestures at elbow or wrist.

They swirl about
seeking to embrace in a slow
incorporeal dance of twirl and twist:

I have the strange sensation they move in air
seeking a body’s shape that once was there.

Monday, October 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphysical
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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