Ishhhh....this goes deep...and I think a thingy of mine own will just
make this a good "Collab" if I may!!
“Angel Of Mine”
Through her garden she walked alone
Arms embracing her bosom in shame
Then he came with white lilies in his hand
She looked at him shy embarrassed in pain
Locked up within herself filled with fear
His eyes holding her captive
His wings covered the whole garden
Blessed you are woman
His words came like a breeze
Or was that the wind
He has disappeared in golden flight
She kneeled down and started to cry
Soft tears runs down her cheeks
He heard her cry but did not return
Because these were tears of freedom
Not from fear anymore
He’s with me… maybe not in person
But in spirit I know that
Angel of mine!!
a very interesting scenario ... sometimes our inspiration and insight comes from beyond ourselves ... i like how you've expressed that in this poem ...
Oh William, What a Gorgeous Moment
of Truth! I am touched by your
honesty yet simplicity of the poem.
An "Awesome" poem as my friends say!
BRAVO!
Love ya!
Becca
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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An excellent 'visioned' write - resounding with great insightful thoughts ... exceptional!!
Best wishes,
Robert
Walk in peace and love, my friend
Carole
Sandie May Angel :o)
make this a good "Collab" if I may!!
“Angel Of Mine”
Through her garden she walked alone
Arms embracing her bosom in shame
Then he came with white lilies in his hand
She looked at him shy embarrassed in pain
Locked up within herself filled with fear
His eyes holding her captive
His wings covered the whole garden
Blessed you are woman
His words came like a breeze
Or was that the wind
He has disappeared in golden flight
She kneeled down and started to cry
Soft tears runs down her cheeks
He heard her cry but did not return
Because these were tears of freedom
Not from fear anymore
He’s with me… maybe not in person
But in spirit I know that
Angel of mine!!
Love Tinka
Oh he was there alright, no doubt about it. He is always there.
A well penned simple but not so simple write.
Lisa
of Truth! I am touched by your
honesty yet simplicity of the poem.
An "Awesome" poem as my friends say!
BRAVO!
Love ya!
Becca