Walking through a field with my little brother Seth
I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in the snow.
For some reason, I told him that a troop of angels
had been shot and dissolved when they hit the ground.
He asked who had shot them and I said a farmer.
Then we were on the roof of the lake.
The ice looked like a photograph of water.
Why he asked. Why did he shoot them.
I didn't know where I was going with this.
They were on his property, I said.
When it's snowing, the outdoors seem like a room.
Today I traded hellos with my neighbor.
Our voices hung close in the new acoustics.
A room with the walls blasted to shreds and falling.
We returned to our shoveling, working side by side in silence.
But why were they on his property, he asked.
i honestly think that 2 of them are dead because over the lake where they were it would give off a reflection but not just any reflection a reflection thats faded and distorted reasons being water is in constant motion and the ice sheet would have a textured layer
Lokathile Ettavum Valiya Nashicha Pottakavitha Kanikandu Ente Divasam Kolammakkithannathinu Orupadu Deshyam Niranja Karyanga lAriyichukollunnu....
" I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in the snow. For some reason, I told him that a troop of angels had been shot and dissolved when they hit the ground." Wow, wHaT a gReAt pOeM
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I would like to translate this poem
Shooting Visiting Angels farmers got a gun everybody neighbours run everybody runs except trusting angels; a troop of angels shoot in the snow left are white snow angel's shapes left as silhouette shadows are snow angels where their angel bodies dissolved; where they falling hit fallen snow angels blessings from heaven iced out in a farmer's field below a farmer shoot visiting angels; like a flock of visiting geese because they were on his property but why were they on his property to bestow seasonal blessings; blessings from heaven ever notice how some people shoot their blessings shot all to hell; Copyright © Terence George Craddock Written in April 2015 on the 2.4.2015. Inspired by the poem 'Snow' by David Berman. Dedicated to David Berman.
I really liked your poem❤️
I really liked your poem❤️
I really liked your poem❤️