Patchwork Hearts

by Max Bouillet

I'm open to falling from grace.
--Sneaker Pimps

Here I am
spinning thread from
the souls of dead angels
to sew her heart together again.

Filaments of angel stuff
catch in the stitches
as the smile slowly returns
to her soul.

A kiss and hug
and I send her on her way
as I pack for my journey.

(Hunting angels takes time
and I don’t know
how quickly she’ll return.)


Author's Note: For a special friend that recently sent me an email to let me know I was missed.

Posted on 11/28/2005
Copyright © 2022 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Laura Doom on 11/28/05 at 04:30 PM

No doubt she will return though, even from 6 underground :> Dead angels - presumably have exorcised their rights to immortality (in favour of prolonging love in the living :) Hmm...I guess angels, like beauty, are in the mind of the beholder...a pleasure to read you anew Max.

Posted by Graeme Fielden on 11/29/05 at 01:39 AM

A nice tribute, Br Max. It is good to see you back: with angels, gods, and fairies and tow...

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/29/05 at 02:19 AM

You have angels on your mind, the human kind I am assuming. Poem reflects being sensitive to others hurts, desire to right wrongs. Packing for a journey suggests you want everything to be all right so you can be free to leave.

Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 11/29/05 at 08:58 PM

wonderful as always max ... we all miss you when you are gone. someone is lucky to have you as a friend

Posted by Christina Bruno on 11/30/05 at 12:50 AM

max this is elegent succint and beautiful

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