paper mâché jesus
angel composed
entirely of dried ivy
stuck to a stone wall
jesus comes apart
during a soft drizzle
collapsing into smeared
classified ads
a dry santa ana
picks the angel apart
one leaf at a time
leaving withered veins
without blood
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dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Quadrille #30: drizzle
It’s National Poetry Writing Month!
Day 10
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Words and Feathers 
Dust to dust etc etc. Even for Jesus.
Especially arts and crafts Jesus.
I expect the flesh and blood one is a little dusty by now 🙂
Nice description of an art object disintegrating into its components. In this case its components are other art objects, the original newspaper pages, which will in turn decompose.
Everything breaks down.
You are so good with saying a lot with few words-
I’m glad the real Jesus didn’t turn to dust
Thank you Ms. Street. I do try to keep it short.
I mourn the fate of the paper mache Jesus! Well written.
Thanks very much!
Powerful images to make the sad point.
Thank you.
Love these images.
Thank you.
So many things are disintegrating before our eyes. Your words paint very interesting and memorable images.
Thank you 😊
I’m in awe. Bravissimo!
Thank you. I wasn’t really happy with this one, but rhyming does that to me. Unless I’m bustin’ rhymes like D. R. Seuss.
Hmm. Is there a rhyme? I didn’t hear it.
I am so dumb I confused myself. I meant a different poem. Bad brain. No cookie.
You need a split cookie… you’ll feel better afterwards. 😊
Is that dirty?
How dare you!……………. yes. 😆
I knew it!
Well, I guessed it. I’ll have to see if I can still get my hand in the jar.
Sorry. It’s been a crazy few days. We lost my mom-in-law yesterday. She’d been lingering and in pain, so it’s partly a relief that she’s not suffering anymore.
For days, it’s been a dark cloud. I guess I needed to be silly. Thanks for being a good sport, darling.
Have a good night. 💋
I’m so sorry about your mother-in-law. But I’m glad she’s not suffering.
You’ve always got a safe place to play here 😘
Hmm. Was there a rhyme? I don’t hear it.