I find the phrase “Clipping your wings” very interesting. In clipping the wings of a bird, one is restricting it from flight. Is it the same for the angel? If so, why is the angel clipping it’s own wings, what caused the desire to hinder his or her ability to fly?
The next few stanzas give a bit more insight onto the character of this mutilated angel. I feel almost as if the angel has stripped itself of it’s own wings, and is punishing his or her self by being placed in the life of a mortal. In a metaphorical or literal sense, this is quite powerful, but also quite heart-wrenching.
The choice of snow brings to mind coldness and death. The barren landscape of the winter, a perfect driving point for the sadness of the angel.
Granted, I felt the line “It is snowing” kind of broke the rhythm. I have no idea why, but it picks right back up again, so, no worries :)
“Why don't you sing?
Why don't you play?
Why do you bleed all your troubles away?”
… that, that stanza is STUNNING. The questioning seems almost child-like at first, innocent. Then the final line kicks in, a sudden jump to harshness and maturity.
“Where has he gone?” This is perhaps the only clue in the entire poem as to what caused the angel so much pain. Is it a religious reference? Granted, those are usually punctuated with a capital ‘h’ on he, but that can be altered for the purpose of discretion. The only reason I thought of that as a possibility was because this entire poem is addressed to an ‘angel’. While it’s most likely metaphorical, I found it interesting. Has this angel perhaps lost their way?
Or is it someone else? The mysterious ‘he’. A feeling of abandonment is present nonetheless.
“Lying in dreams” also caught my attention. One can lie down in dreams, and one can lie in dreams. Like a sense of false hopes and ambitions.
The last line seems like the true heartbreaker to me. As if the angel could just say the word, and all could begin anew. Yet, there’s currently too much pain to see things clearly, and so a new start cannot begin.
There’s a smidgen of hope in the last line though, there is always the possibility of starting again.
I think I read too much into things ;P
A good poem, lyrical and interesting,you express in simple language complex feelings that provoke a detailed reading....Like especially the last verse.
I find the phrase “Clipping your wings” very interesting. In clipping the wings of a bird, one is restricting it from flight. Is it the same for the angel? If so, why is the angel clipping it’s own wings, what caused the desire to hinder his or her ability to fly?
The next few stanzas give a bit more insight onto the character of this mutilated angel. I feel almost as if the angel has stripped itself of it’s own wings, and is punishing his or her self by being placed in the life of a mortal. In a metaphorical or literal sense, this is quite powerful, but also quite heart-wrenching.
The choice of snow brings to mind coldness and death. The barren landscape of the winter, a perfect driving point for the sadness of the angel.
Granted, I felt the line “It is snowing” kind of broke the rhythm. I have no idea why, but it picks right back up again, so, no worries :)
“Why don't you sing?
Why don't you play?
Why do you bleed all your troubles away?”
… that, that stanza is STUNNING. The questioning seems almost child-like at first, innocent. Then the final line kicks in, a sudden jump to harshness and maturity.
“Where has he gone?” This is perhaps the only clue in the entire poem as to what caused the angel so much pain. Is it a religious reference? Granted, those are usually punctuated with a capital ‘h’ on he, but that can be altered for the purpose of discretion. The only reason I thought of that as a possibility was because this entire poem is addressed to an ‘angel’. While it’s most likely metaphorical, I found it interesting. Has this angel perhaps lost their way?
Or is it someone else? The mysterious ‘he’. A feeling of abandonment is present nonetheless.
“Lying in dreams” also caught my attention. One can lie down in dreams, and one can lie in dreams. Like a sense of false hopes and ambitions.
The last line seems like the true heartbreaker to me. As if the angel could just say the word, and all could begin anew. Yet, there’s currently too much pain to see things clearly, and so a new start cannot begin.
There’s a smidgen of hope in the last line though, there is always the possibility of starting again.
I think I read too much into things ;P
The structure is complimented so well by the rhyme. Your name is RhymingReactivated after all, I'm sure you do not want to let people down - hehe :)
I understood the poem as a collage of dreams (let me know if I'm wrong). You is the dominant subject, but I feel like each stanza is a different dream, a different scene. If that's not the case, why say,
"Searching for something you've already found" and then "Trying to find" - contradictory statements unless the you in 2nd stanza is not the same you that's in the 3rd stanza :S
The rhyming scheme is tremendous! Every stanza perfection!
O yes and the poem isn't have bad either, I kid you..This is a
phenominal write...and a keeper in my book!
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