O' That One Miracle Might Fall-Pt In A Series Of Poems Leading To My Death Poem by Ted Sheridan
O' That One Miracle Might Fall-Pt In A Series Of Poems Leading To My Death
There are many coffin shaped clouds in the sky this evening
Sailing the open blue like so many Viking funeral ships
Lit ablaze by the setting sun and leaving trails of cremated remains
For the white gulls on the wing as the fat lady sings sayonara
___I wonder if I might be so lucky as to catch a falling star
There are no fat ladies singing around here. And the shining star is you. t x
Great images here, Ted, and some of your strongest writing to date. Glad i got a chance to catch your rising star here on poemhunter. Let's all pray for a miracle.
the viking godddess of poem hunter ms faslund might just save you in time..
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4/26/2024 2:14:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The Viking Goddess did save you finally..