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.

[Emily B]

not the picture I was trying to paint at all

[J]

And where are these fools and angels, Emily? Within all of us, that's where, I'm sure of it.
Because we all need hope in some form, whether that be true or false, it's still hope in some way.

It's late here and I'm babbling.
Thought I'd pop in for once =)

[Ed Hart]

not so...

[Jibey]

A nice depiction of the ready advice so often proffered by well-wishers... who often know less about the situation than we do ourselves!

[Poeticpiers]

Loved the sentiment Emily. Sometimes fools are more effective than experts