Angelic Harmony
Interludes in Time
Above, his eyes look down
Following me through the clouds
In whispers his laugh falls like light snow onto my shoulders
Where he sits often tickling the small hairs at the nape of my neck
He gave more than he was given, challenged never by vices like greed
Above, like the wander of God or More his love refreshens my vision
Lessens my needs, lends me no questions, I need not be afraid
For Want is nothing more than a craving from trite boredom now
I see further, walking in interludes with love, all fear forgotten in sighs as
His smile softens all that can not be taken with me
About the Creator
ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
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Comments (13)
wonderful poem of love
Lovely work!
Awww, this was so wonderful! Loved your poem+
This was beautiful - it almost read like a prayer. Stunning.
This was very deep, we should not be defined by what we lack, and should not let it take our joy. Our joy and our politeness are what is valuable, not the things we have. Our life is much valuable and our impact (know or unknown ). At least this is the lesson I took from this poem. Excellent writing.
Thus has such a beautiful sense of peace. The last two lines are especially beautiful. Well done.
In whispers his laugh falls like light snow onto my shoulders... Sparkles like silver as I read on.
Beautiful. Salient line: "For Want is nothing more than a craving from trite boredom now." How easily we are distracted by this triviality which is life.
I know not what this represents, it is uncanny as i just wrote an echo of your words. Whatever the inner turmoil or peaceful memories, this is profoundly beautiful. Well wrought, as Rommy is fond of saying.
I suspect that the metaphor in this beautiful poem might surprise us if we knew what it represents rather than merely assuming that we do. I love a poem that teases us with veiled gems.
I keep thinking of Lincoln's line in his inaugural address about the better angels of our nature. It seems they inevitably surface for the individual, but the crowds tend to drive them away... Well-wrought!
Ohh! This flows with such beautiful serenity! The gentle imagery of his presence is so soothing and uplifting. It really captures that angelic, peaceful feeling—like walking through life with love as a guide. Lovely work! ✨
The last line especially describes what love should be. Brilliant and graceful, Andrea.