My Mind

Personal website of M.G. Daniel. Sharing poetry, my writings, snippets from my life and whatever's on my mind.

I’m getting better with poetry

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Yes indeed, reading poems is healing. This favourite old from Maya Angelou has everything you can want  by way of excitement, anticipation and loveliness of imagery.


by Maya Angelou

Angels gather.

The rush of mad air

cyclones through.

Wing tips brush the hair,

a million strands

stand; waving black anemones.

Hosannahs crush the shell’s ear tender,

and tremble

down clattering to the floor.

Harps sound,

undulate their sensuous meanings.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!


beyond the door.


Author: M.G. Daniel

I am a lifelong scribbler who is now focusing on poetry and becoming more established as a writer.

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