Anthony Bianco Poet Rhyme

Red on Yellow Will kill an Angel

In the rarest quiet of my mind.
I think about you, sweet Angel love.
The maelstrom of your users and abusers. 
That splashed your wings with blood.
Smeared coal dust under your pretty sad eyes.
Rusted out the final diamond of your life.

It's often said there's no escaping a black past.
That is pocked with sinkholes and filled with glass.

What of the future, that psychedelic maze.
With the slanted floors under thin veils of haze.
Juggling blowtorch pins with stained glass faith. 
Hoping to keep the soul a single gull note.
Above the whipping waves.

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Silent One April 1, 2024 at 8:13 AM I like how your The poem explores themes of resilience and inner strength in the face of adversity. It grapples with the challenges of overcoming a traumatic past and navigating an uncertain future, symbolized by the metaphorical "psychedelic maze" and the juggling of "blowtorch pins" with "stained glass faith." Despite the turmoil, there is a sense of determination and hope as the speaker strives to keep the "bow of the soul" above the tumultuous waves of life. Anthony Bianco April 1, 2024 at 3:52 PM Thanks for reading Silent one. I like your analysis of my poem more than I like the poem itself. Anthony