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The Angel Called Poetry
She stepped out of clouds in a dream one night
Into my waning fire
Citing hints that she'd been sent
To ignite my dead desire.
Whispering words below her breath
She bade me to come nearer
In trepidation, I leaned in
But I wanted so to hear her.
Poetry is life and life it's heart
She said and waved her hand
And I inspire the world to write
Be you woman, child or man.
Give me poetry, I begged
I need it like the air
For I've been blocked by mind distress
And no poetry is there.
Oh, it is there, my frustrated friend
And you will fulfill your task
I'll put the words within your heart
You only need to ask.
I'm asking now, I said to her
As she surveyed my home
Bereft of love and lover, yet
She gave to me a poem.
And what a poem that I did write!
As she whispered so softly
The Poem of Poems, a magical poem
The angel gave to me.
And now I stand before the world
My soul is bared and stark
As I recite in this bright light
What was written in the dark.
The angel called Poetry
The beautiful one
With a heart full of joy
And a face like the sun.
She came from the Heavens
And the Sea filled with words
Bringing them to those poets
Whose prayers she's heard.
And I know she heard mine
For she appeared then to me
Stepping out of the clouds
And fresh from that Sea.
Giving me words
That I've never used yet
Burning them in my brain
So I will not forget.
And I write and I write
As my glad heart keeps humming
And I rhyme and I rhyme
And the poems just keep coming.
But there is one special poem
Gathered out of that Sea
That she gave me to write
To bring Love back to me.
And I'm writing it now
On the door to your heart
And it binds us forever
And will not let us part.
Do you hear it, my love?
Does your soul hear somehow?
Every line calls your name
Bids you come to me now.
And I feel her still watching
From that place far above
The Angel called Poetry
From the land that's called Love.
©by Voo
February 21, 2019
1:08 a.m.
inspired by someone
from the Land of Love
on the other side of DREAMS.....
Place Called Love
Oh, Voo, this is so beautiful! Achingly beautiful!
ReplyDeletethank you, Sandra. I can't stop reading it myself. It takes my breath away. I don't take credit for it, it just wrote itself using my fingers.....bless you
DeleteLove this one.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Do I know you?
DeleteOh Voo! Oh Voo! This poem just captured my heart. I’m like a fish who was hooked and got reeled in. No sensuality whatsoever, just pure and raw outpouring.
ReplyDelete“Why do you say that?” You may ask.
Because you stood before the world, and bared your soul to us all, laying yourself open, with the Words written in the dark recesses of your heart and brought out to shine for all to see. And what a Poem, did you write! Can’t say enough! I love it! I’m with Sandra! ⭐️ ❤️
I understand. It hits me the same way. It was a gift. It was supernatural. spiritual and yes, the purity is tangible.
Deletethank you so much! I couldn't believe it when I saw what I had written down....I was astounded!!! Not bragging on myself...
I just typed it out...the "angel" wrote it. smile
Every line calls your name.....I believe I'd have to respond to that call! But what would I say?
DeleteSweet angel, with the wings of a dove. Help me to seek you and your voice from above. Take me to your place that's high above the clouds that are aloft. Let me hear the sound of your wings beat so gentle and soft. Take me to places where I've never flown. Let me soar up there with you, let us travel alone. Let me watch you now from that place high up above. My Angel called Poetry, my Angel of Love!
The finale!
Sweet!!! I had forgotten this one. glad to re-discover it again.
DeleteMy memory still has many holes in it from the coma, I guess. I've
forgotten so many things that when I see, hear or remember them now
they seem so fresh and new. Memory is a funny thing. You never realize
that until you lose it. You never realize a LOT of things until you lose them.
Pray I never go comatose again. It's like being caught between heaven and hell...
Do you remember the day I came by to visit and you were in curlers when you came to the door and when you saw me you quickly stepped aside and tried to pull ‘em off and one of the curlers got caught in the window blinds’ pull string and as you tried pulling away from it you fell backards on the floor as the blinds followed you there, and you tried to get up and some how managed to land smack dab on your………… sofa while the blinds were hanging from your hair like a Christmas ornament, and you said, “What the hey! What are you doing here standing at my front door? You coulda called first…. quite an entrance though! But never mind that, what are you doing here?” And I said, “didn’t you get my message that I was visiting a relative in the next town over and thought I’d stop by for a visit?” and you said, “Can you bring me a box of Kleenex? And just so you know, I haven’t been feeling well lately and I’m running a fever, I have a nasty cough, and my sinuses are filled with something I can’t even describe….But it was totally worth it to see your face!” And I got a quick snapshot while you were lying there on the floor trying to get up. And I ended up snipping off the part that was hung in the blinds. You do remember that, right? ……….. 💇♀️
DeleteHa! so glad I have no memory of that. Plus...don't EVER do that!!! lol
DeleteWhy would I do that?
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