What is an angel
in a world of disbelief;
comes in glows like a brief glimmer
lost in mist covered mirrors,
denied a place at a table of dreams.
When a walk in harvest bright
brings a tide of grace,
for untended shadows reveal truths.
Life is a brittle moon
spins like a glass orb
in a bare dark sky
shatters to million fallen lights
sadness in every drifting gleam
for a world that has lost its love of night;
and the sun will waste its breath
weaving webs above the clouds,
and the tattered silver falls
like feathers of unseen wings
as an angel’s love upon a broken wish.
Yet joy rises
grown from sparkled ground
that reflect to the skies
and a forgiving kiss
upon the cold lips of lonely night
leaves a trace… a new moon
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The way the opening line pulled me - I am in complete awe. The afterthought gives that hint of smile.
Excellent poem PK.
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Great writing. I especially enjoy the way the words reflect the truths of the world the way your moon reflects the sunlight. -The Manatee
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There are angels all about. The unseen world is far more active than the one we see with our practiced tunnel vision. The dismay we often see, surrounded by chaos is because the evil one is well aware that its time is limited. Even through all the decay and negative, the great force of Light always manages to shine through. Your poem covers the night and day with surreal images that cause the reader to wonder. As usual Howard, your poetry is celestial and penciled with great genius.
Much Love ♥
Renee
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i started to answer this a few times and went off to write instead, sometimes a comment is like that, makes for more things to write
... a world can be open or closed, warm or cold in its ways of engaging possibility, conventional thinking these days seems to be eager to exclude some fundamental ideas, that there is good and evil in the world, and we constantly choose...good to see someone else who remembers...thank you Renee...PK
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Brittle shattering
and a fresh creation---
all revealed in your
expressive words...
visually and emotionally
stunning..
M-C
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"life is a brittle moon" and sometimes dreams are broken...but then forgiveness sets us free and allows a new moon to rise....yes, after darkness the light follows...always. wonderful writing that carries within it hope and beauty for this time called life, PK.
~ Nicolette
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Thank you Nicolette -
Dreams whether my own or others seem to fascinate me, we let ourselves consider things that are impossible but then we realize so few things are really impossible when we let ourselves hope and want fulfillment, reach for miracles and the happiness of life from trying, being willing to try...thanks for reminding us to see the light...PK
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"...Life is a brittle moon
spins like a glass orb
in a bare dark sky..."
Nice. Write on, bro.
Dez
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And here yours...I like how you bring beauty, hope, goodness back at the end of the poem. After darkness, the moon rises again, and with new moon I don't think you refer to a phase of the moon, but to a brain NEW moon, as new beginning.
Beautiful poem!
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yes, a new moon, i saw the dream that way, in one of Lorca's poems there was a legend of the moon as a woman in a forge, the other i remember was a brilliant translation, de-petal the moon, so those are the ideas..this is one i enjoyed...Thanks for all...h
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"What is an angel
in a world of disbelief;"
excellent. we should always have a table of dreams, and allow anything/anyone to sit there.
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Thank you Tara-
I agree, being open to an experience makes such a difference in the content, the quality of our lives...thanks...H
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Very nice ...
and very elegant as well. I believe there should be an "s" on "reflect" in line 22, which is probably a typo. Otherwise, everything looks good to me.
Keep writing and keep on keeping on.
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Thank you Jim-
reflect pleased my ear as though I meant ground as a plural...the surface of the earth...its land s, sea s etc. as in "burial ground" we have the option of "burial ground" or "burial grounds" to mean places of interment or a place of interments;
so I assume you are right, because you have always been when advising me on style points, I will research this some to see if grammar rules allow me to treat the word ground as a plural...thanks for the sharp eye...always appreciated...PK
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The swinging sashay of your words make a kind of dance of delight as I read.
I love the redemption of the new moon. Your words spiel redemption. I love the holiness of your words. This could be a prayer. I read it as a lovely prayer, almost a psalm, so generous in imagery and metaphor. I reread this over twice and it gets richer with each read. Your poem leaves me with an aftertaste of delight. Thank you.
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Thank you Michael-
I read Lorca sometimes, hard to find good translations, but I have a favorite translator who does wonders with his words...and this idea came a little from that, and a little from an odd dream, as my AN indicates. I don't interpret dreams but the ideas in them can be fascinating. Thanks for reading and your wonderful words of encouragement...PK
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