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From the open sky
Fell the angels, pushed by pride,
Landing hard on us
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
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This is making me think too hard, Gerard ..... are angels indeed subjected to such human traits as pride (we are taught Lucifer was) or are those ranking high above them subjected to these same such human traits....or better still, did escalating humans' pride erupt to circumvent high in the heavens, ousting the angels? 'Tis a conundrum, to be sure.....
Lol, I'm with John, laughed too. Loved your poem!
I believe if I had a guardian angel, it would definitely land on my head, and would be much heavier than snow flakes.
Well done, a beautiful vision with a subtle touch of comedy
It sure if you intended this to be funny, but I laughed anyway. Loved this Haiku!
I enjoyed both the senryu and the comical way the photo fits it. Well done!
Of interest to note is how, throughout the various mythologies, free will is alotted more often to the corporeal than the surreal or ethereal entities, except for in instances where the ethereal entities choose to defy their creator. This may have to do with the need of the corporeal for convenient interpretation. History is written by the winners and the losers, and interpreted according to the needs of each in their respective time. I cannot imagine the true Divine any more concerned about such power plays than a mountain about the direction a stream takes from summit to base. Everything makes sense in time. Well-wrought Haiku, Gerard! Forgive my meandering circumlocutions!