No, Angels Shouldn't
To cling, once more, to selfsame forms
That shadow us and sneer
As if we try to sleep in dorms
And whistle from the rear
The omnipresent thunderstorms
Will drown it out, I fear
And upset all the classic norms
That led us brieflyhere
To wake, perchance, and dreaming not
Find words in patterns old
A memory from the crib or cot
That's firmly taken hold
I drown my thoughts in bergamot
To keep them from the cold
And hum a theme from Turandot
If I may be so bold
For poetry is but a dream
That wrecks the sleep of life
And wraps it a golden leaf
And drowns it in the stream
Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, asdf, Beefy, Grayman, Irene, Apslez, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 23rd February 2004 by asdf. |