HOW TO SEE AN ANGEL

 

HOW TO SEE AN ANGEL

 

 

A Poem by Eagle Cruagh

A look at beauty and where you find it .

What is Beauty ?

Awwww ! you know ,we see it everywhere
She is beauty and she is near
Who is beauty ?
It is she, herself, near me
My world, my dear

What ? you spoke of beauty ?
Of course and where ?
Looking up at her like in to heaven
And she who brings me there
Describe her

Certainly , catch an Angel
Bring me the wings
For I need gossamer things
Let me see a child at play
And you have seen all I can say

What about Beauty ?
I don`t know, I am mortal you know
She is my girl that`s plain to see
And there you have it , beauty
I know what she brings to me

An angel`s voice with silky wings
And a lovely shape and other things
But all is wasted , deep down, more
Unless you hear the tortured soul
That grieves for life and loves the poor

She is pathos, empathy, love
But that is empty as sky above
What is beauty, a loving way
Loving God as he looks today
Abiding you and loving me, hey

That may be beauty but who can say
For mortal man to describe his girl
Is like forcing ocean waves to curl
Who am I to write this way
About such an indescribable play

Tripping across her features when she smiles
Gazing out across the miles of breathless
Plains filled with the treasure of God
And back to hold his leaves of grass
Not yet touching , not near , always less

For no man yet has even closed this wondrous scene
This realm of man and yet not touched
A hint perhaps, but still unseen
Describe beauty in a little smile a tiny curl
You see, beauty is my girl
-----Eagle Cruagh

© 2011 Eagle Cruagh

Reviews

[Rogue]

I am sure I have read this. Did I not leave a review?
-scratches head-

The way you put this together is lovely. The wording comes across as "I am just a simple man and this is what I feel." (simple as in uncomplicated)

Your writings tend to be diverse in thoughts, speech patterns and content. Always an intriguing read. :)

[Kaela]

I am in love with this one! I keep reading it over and over. my favorite stanza:
An angel`s voice with silky wings
And a lovely shape and other things
But all is wasted , deep down, more
Unless you hear the tortured soul
That grieves for life and loves the poor

[Androglossia]

I'm uncertain about the thought of the poem as a whole. But I'm sure it's just me. To be honest, I'm not too good at interpretation. But I observed that the poem talks about beauty and how individuals see it. That perception of beauty differs from person to person. That beauty is the collection of fascinating qualities.

For me your poem simply implies that beauty as a whole is how we see it. I agree with what MOON said.

Very creative!

[Deandra Dawn]

I love your style and it was beautifully written. Good job.

[Jenna]

For I need Gossamer things is my favorite part. And For mortal man to describe his girl Is like forcing ocean waves to curl. I like how its sweet but light and whimsical.

[MOON]

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder never truer words spoken.

[Marie]

Beauty is so much...condensed into a single being.

[olla]

oh Eagle.. this is indeed your heart speaking.. I can tell because my soul is listening.. well done..