Storybook Angel

Storybook Angel

A Poem by Brian
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What more can be said about the wings of a seraph whose smile is just as wide, that covers you in the comfort of the stories from fairy tale magic books that once kept you wide-eyed every single night

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Swollen hearts and sideways glances, hair full of daisies so white she fancies, on moonbeam highways in her honeycomb sandals, she speaks from her soul holding strawberry candles, alit in the very glory that is this storybook angel, a heaven sent lover writing poetry, page full after page full…

© 2015 Brian


Author's Note

Brian
This is a rarity for me. I wrote this freestyle completely off the cuff in the middle of a rather serious conversation on AIM like 10 years ago.. no prompting, no reasoning, I just felt compelled to write and this came out.

It holds a sweet spot for that reason.

Feedback adored as always!

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Great piece! I tend to really love just flowing off the cuff, for that same reason.

They just feel more real and as you said, they hit that sweet spot. :)

Thanks for sharing this!

Posted 9 Years Ago


The images you have created are lovely, but more than that I love the soft, dreamy feel of of your words..
Stunning, stunning writing.

:) Julie

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brian

9 Years Ago

Julie! Pardon me for calling you Jewel, though I might argue that you are very much as precious as o.. read more
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ohhh.. lucky the one that holds this adorable description. an angel indeed. a piece saturated in deep imagery and sensory details.
love it!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Brian

9 Years Ago

You know, I think I remember who I was chatting with when I wrote this, but I don't think it really .. read more
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9 Years Ago

that is crazy, you remember since ten years ago.
you're welcome :D
Brian

9 Years Ago

It's not so much crazy. It just means I'm old. Damnit. Dirt and I were toddlers together.

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Added on April 21, 2015
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