Embraced

The Angels of the broken wing

had fallen through our hand

and though, in silence, hope would sing

we couldn’t understand.

In tempest was a hidden gift,

bestowed to ease our strife…

the ill- prevailing wind would shift

and change the course of life.

Our Wednesday children, saving graces,

proved the verses wrong;

with little ones of Angel’s faces;

love to pass along.

The early, broken Angels lay

as precious memory

for we know, now, that love can stay

embraced though far away.

Example

A lie is hiding spot between the lines

of wisdom etched in sleek iambic stone,

deceit subliminal in metered rhymes

that’s known to harried bard and bard alone.

The knave constructs his fiction full aware

he’s deigned it just to serve a mottled beat

Convinced that readers very seldom care,

he tosses back his myth and whiskey neat.

With frequency the victims are deceived

by lovely words subverted to a goal

designed to fit a frame that’s preconceived

to keep the versifier’s meter whole.

A boundless sea of gall do writers steer.

I cite the wretched case presented here.