* Angel Falls! Is a fictitious name for a city.
It has nothing to do with angels. *
Do you ever wonder who you are?
Perchance a being , with the heart of a star?
Who in the world are we anyway?
Stumbling on this human pathway!
Thinking we are gods with pens, telling each other
what to do, where and when.
To all this, I say ,Amen!
I have done all of this, too and more.
As if one can buy respect or love in a poetry store!
Sought the applause of the poet crowd.
In the end, you get in your back, a nice, sharp sword.
I am sure poets have experienced this angst throughout
history.
Forgetting, “the other” is far more important and signicant
than we.
It is simply a fact, I wake to now and then.
What good can I do for another, besides
impressing them with an inglorious pen.
Our mortal ends do come sooner, alas, than
we think.
I am certain there is far more to do , than
pen, with my dull, insipid ink!
9/23/2021
Angel Falls
The water fell from a height, Oh! So great,
Ah what fun it was underneath to bathe.
The sun glistened on your clear water,
Signifying the heart of a person, so pure,
And your height,
Signifying a person so mighty, yet so humble
What wonder it was to see your rocks through the flowing water,
The brown rocks and the mud that flowed,
The beautiful clean water as it fell,
Through your wondrous height.
Ah what peace it gives to see your water,
That flows into the river,
Forever and ever.