With Chaos when she spun the wheel,
climbed upon her back
and rode the first wave in.
The weight of all that has gone before,
the strain of overmore,
the Wake,
economy
the bridge between
the angels and the sin.
O, but those were heady days
when the poplars were green
when the lichens bloomed
and the ladies moved
with quiet grace about the moon.
If only I'd had the wit
to lie at the proper time.
Upon this holy bridge I sigh,
gazing at the colored mud below.
The angel's wingtips glow
touching in the snow;
counting snowflakes
as though by adding
there would now be order.
Simple really,
just turn your face
towards the wind,
and begin.
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Written October 16th, 2003
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angels...
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I always loved this one -- Does it fit within your new view of Angels I wonder?
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The weight of all that has gone before,
the strain of overmore,
the Wake,
economy
the bridge between
the angels and the sin.
those are especially my favorite few lines of this poem.
It is gorgeous.
nicely written.
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Brandie -
Awsome.
all I can really say is wow. You are amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The weight of all that has gone before,
the strain of overmore,
the Wake,
economy
the bridge between
the angels and the sin.
Good poem!
Upon this holy bridge I sigh,
gazing at the colored mud below.
The angel's wingtips glow
touching in the snow;
counting snowflakes
as though by adding
there would now be order.
Simple really,
just turn your face
towards the wind,
and begin.
Great descriptions! Keep up the good work!
~DesertRose
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"The angel's wingtips glow
touching in the snow;
counting snowflakes
as though by adding
there would now be order."
Divine!
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beautiful
I like it. Good ____nora -
yes what i said --- ^^^^^ up there. some things never change despite that fact they are always changing. like rivers.
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nice poem, keep up the good work
-fallnangel- -
oh my. cville loves this. riding chaos wheels, waves, wind..and everything in between. those closing lines..i'd like to own them for my own.. for a while anyway. would you consider lending them to me?
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wi gentle sincerity ye wrap comfort around us like a layered blanket.
'Simple really,
just turn your face
towards the wind,
and begin.'
if ye breath in and out, take the time to clear thoughts, tis' te simple truth that clarity enables ye to take on tasks that ye would hve deemed impossible befor. thank ye, tis' as haveing the safty of arms... angel catching ye in sleep.
arden
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Just had to come back :-)
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Excellent
she answered
but upon the breeze
the words were set ablaze
and long before
the wake of dawn
stars died within the maze
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talent is the old guitar...as always a treat to hear the tones.
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this is divine .. really..
O, but those were heady days
when the poplars were green
when the lichens bloomed
and the ladies moved
with quiet grace about the moon.
If only I'd had the wit
to lie at the proper time
gorgeous.
~Scarlet -
I know this may sound ego but, I feel like you wrote this poem about me. I mean not wrote it with me in mind but wrote it about my life. I can't explain why. While reading this poem I had a vision of you on Oprah talking about your new book and promoting it. You will get somewhere with your writing. It's a feeling that I have.~daina
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sigh Reminiscent this one. Sad with longing too. Bit of hope popped in there at the end. Such sweet verses and only fake flowers to say thank you.
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very good
This was a most pleasant read. I went over it about 5 times. Very good. Loved the lines:
If only I'd had the wit
to lie at the proper time.
Upon this holy bridge I sigh,
gazing at the colored mud below
Wasn't expecting the holy bridge.
Well done.
John
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it must end sometimes before we can begin
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Quite beautiful...
I loved the subtle rhyme and assonance, it made for a very musical read. Your third stanza reminds me of Eliot's "Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." Very lovely! -
Beautiful, Lute! And, yes, reading between the lines, I also found this comforting, while a tinge of sadness touched me as I read. At the end, the simplicity of it all was spelled out, like a spiritual guide, coercing me to face the wind, and begin. Love this! Just beautiful!--
Kel 
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"O, but those were heady days
when the poplars were green
when the lichens bloomed
and the ladies moved
with quiet grace about the moon.
If only I'd had the wit
to lie at the proper time."
This sounds as if you actually were there (in spirit, anuyway). Altogether a very thoughtful and well written piece! -
Nicely done Lute.. like Wendy said.. it is a comforting write with inspiration,
if you read between the lines.. a strong and note worthy piece.. Muchly enjoyed, thanks for sharing this
~GILL~xx -
a very nice poem. I love the snow espeically the feeling of it as it falls upon m upturned face, (just do not be like Linus and get choked on a snowflake).
peace be with & blessed be;
shaggy wolf -
* sigh...
i found so much comfort in this, it just made me feel safe for some reason. Truely beautiful :-)
~ Wendy
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