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Angel's Trumpet
by Julie Adams
a curious young man
tasted the tune
of four blooms
boiled tea
without lemon or regret
he tasted the bitter-sweet
and sang his last
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as the angels played
like wind on wings
sky-diving
his mind trekked
into the unknown
hesitant to return
02/10/2006 Author's Note: This poem spawned from a recent and disturbing news account of a teen in FL who ended up in a coma after trying the local hallucinogenic flower named in the title.
Posted on 02/10/2006
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/11/06 at 03:09 PM Angel's Trumpet is a creative title for this...I thought of the flowering plant by the same. Sad contemplative poem/story, this, and beautifully written. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/12/06 at 07:50 AM I had read this story..and find your derivation fascinating, Julie...believing the best poems emanate from life |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 02/14/06 at 05:26 PM Very cool. We've got an Angel's Trumpet in the yard - just beautiful. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/04/06 at 03:13 AM Julie, yes this is sad, so sad. It brings back memories of days when I thought less of the future and more about the moment's pleasure. It's too bad some find out the hard way. I hope the best for this young man.
~Chelle~ |
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