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Angels
by Lyle Berry (Age: 61)
copyright 07-05-2001


Age Rating: 18 to 127

  Angels
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I made snow angels with the first,
in her back yard,
after building a ridiculous snowman.
We laughed
until our red cheeks ached.
Her mouth tasted of Parliaments
and sex.
I thought I loved her,
but I was too naïve -
too stupid, to know love.
We married anyway
and I became an actor
in a ten year charade.
We said our last good-byes
at Christmas -
the month we’d met.

I made sand angels for the second,
naked on a sand bar,
on the Wisconsin River.
Sun-burned skin rubbed raw,
I streaked the bonfire,
drunk on vodka gimlets
and lust.
A flash flood lapped at our tentpegs
in the pre-dawn light
and washed away
the angels.
Menopause,
ennui,
and midlife crisis
washed away
the
lust.

I bought angels for the third;
crystal and brass, ceramic and pewter,
porcelain and glass,
fabric and lace -
collecting dust on curio shelves,
hanged choking on chains
suspended from ceiling fans,
dangling from plastic
evergreen fronds,
sprawling on dresser tops,
lounging on disheveled bedspreads,
lost in a material sea
of equally useless collectibles.
Things to compensate
for whatever was lacking
in the guilty love
I gave to her.


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05-14-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

This is a good poem. We do many things in life that are not the way we plan them, but life must be lived as it comes. Thanks, Anthony
04-01-2001 Sharron Tyrrell    

This is a very good but sad poem ... I think we all have at least a small amount of that in our lives




04-01-2001 Beverley McInnis    

I enjoyed reading this poem. Very well written and strong.
04-01-2001 Lyle Berry    

Yes, folks, this is my life. Unfortunately, every word is true.
Thanks for your nice responses!




04-01-2001 Maralee Gerke    

I enjoyed this poem I hope that you didn't have to live it to write it. The angel theme is great.




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