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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Jan 19, 2008 13:01:33 GMT -5
Across the dimming room an angel sleeps,
her head supported by a gentle hand.
I wonder of the secrets her mind keeps-
which mortal thinking cannot understand.
Her chin has dropped down toward her rising chest,
as shallow breaths escape two lips apart.
I dare not move, disturb a blissful rest,
lest rising prove to test her weary heart.
Thus quietly my vigil finds me here,
mere footsteps from this cherub clad in white.
Soon morning's trusty sun will reappear,
to burn away my vision of the night.
Again I'll wake to find myself alone,
to search for wings that I can call my own.
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Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Jan 19, 2008 13:58:23 GMT -5
I remember that one. So lovely, Jon. I think at the time my mind wondered about the couplet and it still does, seems a little out of place to me. The whole sonnet is most reflective on the angel but yet in the couplet you bring in wings, but it doesn't feel right to me. Maybe if it were to find a cherub's wings to call my own or something, just feels a bit off to me.
Love the read then and now though. Beautiful
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Post by MichaelFirewalker on Jan 19, 2008 16:01:16 GMT -5
beloved Jon----it is your heart I remember, the Father's heart, and it speaks here as The Ancient of Days----this poem is profoundly moving----I am seeing all of us born from the Mind of Creation, and then watched over, guarded and guided, second by eternal second, as we are undendingly cherished and treasured beyond our highest imagining, beyond any ability we shall ever possess to fully comprehend the gift each of us has been given, which is that very gift that each of us is, little mirrors that we are...
michael
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Post by Jarlsbane - Michael Ray Cotner on Jan 19, 2008 16:07:27 GMT -5
Very lovely Jon... very similar to the one David just posted... i like the feeling created here and the longing nature to find an angel to call your own... universal very good writing
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Post by dcpottsmd on Jan 19, 2008 19:38:10 GMT -5
Jon,
This a poem after my own heart, and it has found a second home there.
Danny
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Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Jan 19, 2008 21:43:19 GMT -5
Thanks for posting this one, Jon. It is definitely similar. We don't have the same angel, too, do we?  |
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Post by ramadevi on Jan 19, 2008 23:06:40 GMT -5
Glad you reposted this as i do not rremmeber reading it and it is a fine work...trulylovely sentiments and delicious musical sonnet with skillfully crafted internal rhymes...Yummy!
I personally like the twist in focus of the final couplet. It works well because it reflects how recognizing the outer angel draws the soul inside to find the inner one. Inspiration and its positive result.
*smile*
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