Poetry of Mike James



How Many Angels Can Dance on the Point of a Needle?


There was one needle all angels danced on
No measurements were taken
None were asked for
There was room for all the angels and twice as more
And still their laughter sounded like singing
And their sighs sounded like singing
Though none sang a lullaby
Not one angel slept or remembered sleep
If you asked what sleep was like they would say the white moon

2 Responses to “Poetry of Mike James”

  1. Carter Monroe Says:

    Nice work!

  2. Pris Campbell Says:

    Another really top poem!

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