where angels fear

the beginning of something

They say fools rush in
with their rough-hewn words
and home grown cures
offering calloused hands
when hope seems lost.

And I reckon that
if I can't get angels

with their sure wings

and flowing robes--

I'd just as soon
have the foolish heart
to walk beside me.

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

Feels like a double-meaning, or maybe the song [first line] is infecting my instinct :-)
Rushing in to love...rushing in to clumsily comfort.
I like it a lot, snappy images go nicely with the decisive conlusion. The first half feels angry, the second more light-hearted. No matter how many times I read it I can't

wait, yes I can; man, I'm silly
"offering hands
when hope seems gone." = fond appreciation?

There it is, not angry. People trying their best.
[I think?]

Great piece. Look at how hard I've had to work lol.

[The Analog Kid]

sometimes the real angels feel like fools but to the contrary

[Kenneth The Poet]

Stunning piece, simple and direct. A happy, hopeful piece for sure.

[paul]

hope lost... sadness so beautiful
and everything only seems... through our eyes.

wow. Emily, these words that come to you... render me wonderfully wordless

[Alicante lullaby]

i'd prefer the foolish heart than angels with sure wings...

[Doctor JKC]

I crave nor welcome neither.
A true loner; both reside
within me.
So good,
Jack

[Poetic Beauty]

I like the conflicting emotions in this poem. It has simple southern feel. Nicely written.

[Tommy]

I like this one. This so called fool, kind of reminds me of everyone I truly care about. Rough exterior, kind soft heart, and a will to work through any situation no matter how dire it may seem. These kinds of people always seem to be the ones who survive. Like the people who survived the depression, and went on to help win the unwinnable war.
Great piece!
RLG,
Tommy

[Bette]

short and sweet i like it!

[Sorry Infamous]

A true beacon of hope... like a lighthouse for the world weary.