Weathering words

finding meaning

 

most never notice

wingless angels who sit near fountains

who without words split clouds

to let you peer into the meaning of gold

imagining thrones and tilted crowns
white queens and impossible things

as the cat-eyed sun stares

you bow and shake your head

 

and you blink -

 

because the stars suddenly appear

as a moth queries a parking lot light

and you feel the wind dip its sable brush

into rainpuddle shimmers

and I shiver

stepping into star beams

feeling each pinprick of light

lost in time

 

and up there I noticed

seraphs swimming in the ether of night

the fountain bubbled sweetly  

and I turned to listen to its song

to see a wingless angel

who without words

let me find  

the meaning of gold

 

Reviews

[Jaweena...Eileen Quinta..]

I love it! Your own unique truth and meaning to life- starts with self.
Pondering upon the beauty of your surroundings and appreciation for "wingless angels who sit near fountains who without words split clouds to let you peer into the meaning of gold" and understanding your own perceptions of your "gold."

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

All one needs to do is silently look and listen. You do that, and then capture so much of the in between world in this work.
thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe there are Angels. I have felt my Grandmother gentle hand on my face whispering please go to calm and peace in my dreams. Strangers have came up to talk to me. Gave me advice and disappears. A wise person isn't afraid of tomorrow. Need to open their eyes and be thankful for life. Thank you for the beautiful poem. I agree with your words.
Coyote

[JelliFyshKissUs]

As I said before, Angelic beauty in breathless form. A subtle kiss from your lips to our cheek. How divine, how divine, how divine. And that is what spirituality SHOULD do for the soul. I sigh in satisfaction. Thank you, birdie.