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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


as the angels played
like wind on wings
his mind trekked
into the unknown
hesitant to return


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 © 2021 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.

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