The Beautiful Things Not Playing Their Part Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
The Beautiful Things Not Playing Their Part
the beautiful things have arisen in my heart
they will not be quelled
nor will they play their part
on the incriminating stage
but rise with gold spotted wings
above the trembling
gilding the clouds, greening
the everglades of the stars
staining the ground
with fuschia shadows.
endlessly now.
mary angela douglas 23 august 2018
Sunday, September 2, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful,infinity
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