angels, sometimes

angels, sometimes

A Poem by Emily B
"

still nervous, no excuses

"

The angel of the Lord

sent me a message

the other day.

 

     Call your true love

     and learn ESP.

 

But willful child that I am

 

I politely declined

 

for one reason and another.

 

 

Who am I to follow direction

without question?

© 2011 Emily B


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

Is there room for growth here? Yes. Does it require any apology as it stands? Not one bit. (Think of this as a "Donald Rumsfeld review" to this point). This could have been angry in tone, and it would have hit the ground with a thud. As is, it's winsome, almost playful (the notion of one of the Lord's angels beseeching you to "learn ESP" is borderline comic), which is (in my view, anyway) the perfect note to strike here.

Posted 15 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

Definitely one to be read over and over, and different in meaning each time. Love pieces like this, ones that get your brain engaged. An intriguing write

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

obviously written for some purpose I'm not aware of so this is an "as is" impression.

I think the tie-in line here is "for one reason and another" everything else is spelled out. This is the serious part of the piece and makes it individual to every reader. Maybe the one line of truth even.

for me personally, "call your true love and learn esp" said another way, "learn esp by calling your true love" which would make it akin to reverse speech and that of the devil and..... well, never mind.

but as they say, he DOES work in mysterious ways.....

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A wise choice.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you are the poetic one Miss Burns...you cute lady, how are you?

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's a thought provoking poem, I had to read it again and think about it and read it one more time to decide if I like it, and I did very much so.
Good job, it's nice to be able to get people thinking, with a few words.


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

My propinsity toward brevity and tightly constructed word structures and simplicity of thought disagrees with our friend W.k.kortas. I believe this little rebellious poem is fully grown. The rest of his comments, yes, yes, and yes.

I love the sacred things that thread themselves through your work. There is something of the holy here.

Ebreezy

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

must be a poem about someone on drugs

Posted 15 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, 'the reviewer' actually engaged enough to ask a question about the writing! That's a good sign.

"Who am I to follow direction
without question?" - I like how this puts a spin on blind faith; it's usually more along the lines of 'who are you to question?'

Has Gabe seen this? Is he even still around?
Like W.k.k says, there's potential room for growth but stands up fine as it is.

Thanks for sharing it with us.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You sound like one of "God's kids" you know what I mean? There is humor in this and an innocence. It is without malice. Hard to peg what I am trying to say - the TV is blaring and I am ornery - but this one is resonant. Peace.

Posted 15 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

neat, sounds moody, and willful, =) ---mishel

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

864 Views
28 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on July 6, 2009
Last Updated on December 28, 2011

Author

Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



About
to the Lost Boys I am no Wendy; but my voice brings you back to me. And you sit around my feet, anxious for a story or a kiss. Listening to my words spinning adventures, like so much g.. more..

Writing
My place My place

A Poem by Emily B


For Emma For Emma

A Poem by Emily B


Old bones Old bones

A Poem by Emily B



Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..