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Plucking Angels

by Max Bouillet

The sun is fat
pregnant with hydrogen angels.
They scrutinize, take notes,
and pinch dreams
from sunburned flesh
with scorched tweezers.

But tweezers fail in prolific dreamers
and they must initiate
more drastic measures.

The soul is removed.
Ripped from charred flesh,
thrust in a prism
and inundated with sunlight.
(This forces the dreamer
to show their true colors
in vibrant agonizing detail.)

Naked, burnt and
placed on public display,
these imprismed souls
try to shut constricted eyes
only to realize
their lids are stapled
to their brow
in order for them to fully face
the sun’s radiant ridicule.

Later,
when the gloating glaring orb
sets with a brilliant yawn
after a day full of taunts and smirks…

The night whispers soothing songs
during the witching hour
and the moon re-plants
the dreaming seeds
deep within the soul, hidden
far from the plucking angels.

09/04/2003

Posted on 09/04/2003
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Graeme Fielden on 09/04/03 at 07:45 PM

sounds like the conversation i had with my parish priest many years ago Max...but seriously - your theosophical works are my definite favourite - they pinch and turn at pre-conception and familiar assumption quite deliciously!

Posted by Mara Meade on 09/04/03 at 09:10 PM

Max, you have no idea how timely this is. I think I need to print and laminate this to carry in my wallet... so I can pull it out and re-read, reassure...and try to understand...!

Posted by Vimal Rony on 09/04/03 at 10:38 PM

Max ur visualisation is out of this world.

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/04/03 at 11:08 PM

max... even the moon could not do you justice. this is exquisite.

Posted by Kalikala Smith on 09/05/03 at 03:47 AM

wow, who knew you could travel so far away and be so close to home all from a poem... this is great

Posted by Melissa Arel on 09/05/03 at 01:03 PM

I can't finda favorite.. the whole poem is robust with imagery and beauty. Good work, Max! I love it.

Posted by JD Clay on 09/05/03 at 01:14 PM

Wow! I love the way this flippant piece creeps up on you, then leaps out with a strong finish. Nice work, Max. Peace...

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/06/03 at 02:01 AM

Thought provoking indeed! What would the Inquisition done to you? LOL!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/06/03 at 02:03 AM

OOPS! Inquistion have done! ("teacher, teacher, tsk, tsk" -talking to myself)

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/06/03 at 02:24 AM

Colorful language at its best. Mesmerising to say the least Max. Kudos for the great read!

Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/06/03 at 06:54 AM

Max, this is just beautiful. The rhythm is so smoothe it gives further impression of the lathargic mood of the piece. Imprismed, indeed, brilliant double meaning in created word. Fantastic work.

Posted by Brian Francis on 09/06/03 at 11:24 PM

Relevent in so many ways. Twisted enough to cause real reflection. Bravo!!! --bf

Posted by Amber B on 09/07/03 at 05:48 PM

I really love your play with light and dark... the contrast is not what you'd expect, but twice as wonderful! :)

Posted by Don Coffman on 09/07/03 at 10:49 PM

Marvelously done. The last stanza makes it particularly interesting, mentioning the witching hour and the revitalization of the moon.

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 09/08/03 at 06:33 AM

brilliant, as usual... blessings... and i agree with this SO MUCH!...

Posted by Jason Wardell on 09/08/03 at 06:46 PM

This is so amazingly beautiful and enchanting.. Only downside is it may cause me to stare at the sun, and that can't be too good for my eyes. ;) Anyway, very well done. I really enjoy this poem.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/09/03 at 10:59 AM

brilliant work Max not as the dawn perchance to taunt but as the more subtle light of moon, to sleep perchance to dream.

Posted by Kimberly Bare on 09/09/03 at 06:56 PM

So many comments...what else can I say...they are all true and then some...Exquisite writing!

Posted by Richard Paez on 09/13/03 at 03:46 PM

Max, this is without a doubt the strangest extended metaphor i have ever encountered, but also one of the most effective! some days it does feel that the sun is not just the sweet-dream stealer, but a soul-stripper as well. yesterday was a day like that. if read during the sun's hours this poem is the lingering respite of a tall glass of lemonade, if in the evening, a smooth nightcap that helps one get over the dull ache of the residual photon-skin-glow. Either way, a great poem. Thank you for sharing this. {m}

Posted by Ginette T Belle on 09/19/03 at 01:48 AM

easy to swallow...full of so many beautiful things...loved reading this...

Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 03/06/04 at 04:44 PM

Congrats, Max, on POTD. As always, your scorching, brilliant imagery leaps from the page into my heart!

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 03/06/04 at 08:15 PM

first off, i want to scream "it's about time!!!"... ok, with that done, i am commenting again to say congrats on a well deserved POTD... and having read this again, out loud, it's full effect blasted through my room and made me pray for night fall... you rock!... blessings...

Posted by Jolie Jordan on 03/06/04 at 11:14 PM

Congratulations on POTD Max! Pathetic's members couldn't have picked a better piece from you, I remember reading this & loving it (still do!) :)

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