As to questions,
these bending angels
beat time with an anvil.
Was I not just here
marvelous and endearing
wearing my feathers cocked to the side?
Palsied now, my ass bare
in the wind and rain
penetrants that turn my blood to gel
and glaze my sparse hair.
My eyes narrow with mistrust.
I beckon, but you do not come forth,
I shout but receive no answer
even from discarded leaves
that weave discordant colors
where the bare arbor meets the earth
there where the angel’s wings
beat vainly
when the days were full of mirth,
a dearth now, small tragedies of little deaths,
one piled upon another,
haphazardly
fit only for fires,
or hearths holding children
talking quietly
of tomorrow.
Grandfathers speak to me from utter gloom,
my hand shakes so I cannot lift my spoon
I am too weak to sob,
and so,
the tears run down my face
I hear the shadows of the room
It is too lonely here in the loudness of the moon
where love aches. All that promise
propped upon Her sleek flanks
as below the world moans, creaks and turns
like a hammer touching evil
with a bell like tone-
bone bone bone
sewn between bewitching waves
as the arbor sways
“alone”, it mourns
untended through the winter days.
Now,
I must depend on the angels.
When I learned to speak
I forgot too much.
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Written October 5th, 2006
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Excellent
very good imagery in this write. my favorite par of this (excellent, touching, emotional, flat out great) poem was the end, which had a spiritual tie to it in a way. i am glad you paid points to post this for eveyone to see, because i am sure everyone that read this poem loved it as much as i did. keep up the good work please!
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touching
You did a very good job of flow and imagery here. A very deep thought-provoking piece. We all need to depend more on Angels and the strength they provide. Pen on...
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I thought it was nicely written and well worth the read. I especially liked "penetrants that turn my blood to gel
and glaze my sparse hair.
My eyes narrow with mistrust."
Really good, well done.
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How true
Beautifully written. Very nice title, drawn together with the verse. I too...
"...must depend on the angels.,...
I forgot too much."
Regards,
DeGraw
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how very beautiful, truely and honestly this realy is, keep on writing you are a very tallented person
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the imagery is great the metaphor is strong a lot of it went over my head but i enjoyed the read nice one!!!
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Wow,very uplifting indeed,this made me feel good,I think anyone can really relate to this ,very emotional and powerful,a refreshing read!,Hazel
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..nice work...anything like this is always fun to read...I like how you really know what your talking about....i like the emotion.keep it up!!!
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This poem is so filled with an uplifting spirit. It should make anyone feel good. It did me. This will connect with a lot of people along with making the rest of us think within these lines with you.I can really relate to this - I think we all can to some extent! Excellent phrasing and poetic restraint combine to make this an accomplished poem--I thoroughly enjoyed this piece, well done! I am glad I read it. thanks for sharing. Keep up the great work. Best of wishes to you. good luck in all that you do....peace always in all ways.
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This is a great write, but a bit confusing. I love the imagery and the spirit of the poem, have read a few times and see lots of possible meanings, not sure which one is right, if any.
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Now,
I must depend on the angels.
When I learned to speak
I forgot too much.
You have a poetic heart here and looking thoughts so sensitively here bringing the new dimentions of flow of the life here.. a very beutifuly picturised work here..
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very nice
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I hate Lisa. I was thinking it was the best Lute poem ever too and then she said it first and now it looks like I cribbed her comment.
Actually I haven't read any poems for ages and I read this and I nearly cried (nearly because I am trying not to cry so much as I used to) because I had forgot poetry stuff for a bit. -
YAYYY. I'm first, I'm first.
It is good to depend on angels. Or Kittens. Maybe they are made of the same technology anyway (like starshine and mud which are made of a technology all their own ya know).
Hey! This is the best Lute poem EVER. Poundish a bit those last two lines -- though not from any pomer you know that quote of his. About thinking he knew everything but knowing nothing or something like that...
Well I'm glad to see you are still writing. Whew. I'm exhausted. You know I forgot my purse at my friends house after the Clapton concert and had to drive 1 1/2 hours up to around the city to pick it up -- well it turned out that a concert Sammy really wanted to go to was last night too. So I said, why waste a trip up there -- take the kid to this show. So I wound up taking 6 teenagers to this Ska/Punk show at the Avalon in Boston right next door to Fenway Park in the Big City. It was quite good I liked one of the bands very very much -- horn sections in these bands ya know. Trombones and sax. Anyway, this last band, Less than Jake, well they played for hours (there were 4 bands). After the show the kids where starving (they were in the mosh pit and the circle etc for hourse). So we walked to the McDonalds and then I drove everyone home. So here is the Cape Cod Girl in the Big City Two Nights in a Row.
Sam said I was allowed to take them because I was a "cool Mom" who knew good music. I was lonely though cause I didn't really want to get in the mosh pit ya know, those days are long over for me. I'm old. However, it was a good. Sam is still sleeping, skipped school. Ooopsers.
Hey. oh.hi. This a really, really good pomer.
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