Stone angelwatches over our Town,no alms for the Irish or the Poor,stricken by poverty of checkbookor of Heart,wilting in mid-August sun, tempershort & patience shorter--Bless us, please.
Kerry has introduced the Real Toads to a form new to me and right up my alley, yippee! It’s the TRIQUAIN.
Well this packs a punch Marian ~ You aced the form ~
ReplyDeleteAngels are definitely needed.
ReplyDeleteSo much could be done but are not happening. Divine intervention is sorely missed. Great lines Marian!
ReplyDeleteHank
This punches through the apathy and puts it on display to the ever shame of all of humanity. Moving work.
ReplyDeleteGreat title. A silent crier might pray.
ReplyDeletemost needed at this hour...a moving piece...
ReplyDeleteDelivering an impact much greater than its modest size!
ReplyDeleteI hope there's a beating heart inside that stone.. really needed.. but just maybe there should be more heartbeats in general
ReplyDeleteSome days one really can feel in need of blessings. I thought you would take to this form, and I admire the excellent phrasing of each line within the syllable count. I hope to read more of these from your pen.
ReplyDelete... amen.
ReplyDeleteYou have taken to this form: I can see a garland coming up :-)
ReplyDeleteYes, bless us...just don't blink! (That's a Doctor Who thing, sorry it's stuck in my brain.)
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