Angel

I made 

 copies

 of

 you

in droplets

 of frozen

 rain

I called  

angel 

dust.

deep down 

it gave off

a blue 

hue

 like the

purity

 of your soul...

just then a street cleaner went by

splattering you

 with filthy 

grimy 

scum,

the universe wasn't going to let me lie to myself

Reviews

[Veronique]

Sadly beautiful Terry my friend...:)

[terry smith]

sometimes love is not a 50/50 game...as it should be...

[Veronique]

I agree but when you find the RIGHT one it is absolutely amazing is it not Terry?

[terry smith]

the right ones have come and gone....hope is however eternal:)

[Veronique]

Ahh that's right.One needs never give up hope because the right one may be as close as your next breath Terry...:)

[terry smith]

I just hope she can weather the pent up animal urges :)

[Veronique]

lol...'blush' if she is the 'right' one I'm sure she can hold her own...;)

[terry smith]

:) a 50/50 with me would have too:D

[Veronique]

Lol...well dang son I reckon she would at that now wouldn't she!

[Zugzwang]

Great poem. Not sure I understand it, but that's ok...just my own tiny mind. I liked the sharp intrusion of reality (street cleaner) on the fantasy (perception of frozen rain). The universe does have it's ways of giving us reality checks, that's for sure! I love the form of the poem too...somehow adds to the punch and makes it edgy. I like edgy.

[terry smith]

droplets of frozen rain is snow...I was making a snow angel...the blue hue is a color the pure snow gives off way down deep.

[Zugzwang]

I get it now. We don't get much snow in Australia!!

[MissLaine]

Awww so sad. I liked it though.

[B]

Ew
bad street cleaner
but beauty is to be held
so hold her
and dust her off