Angel

My winged muse finds me

 

 

Angel

 

 

Parched and dry, this barren field stretches,

I wander…head hung low,

staring at the emptiness eclipsing my thoughts

Brittle blades of grass disappear beneath

my worn out Chuck Taylors,

black and white crushing beige

in slow fashioned footprints ~ blistered dust

 

“My sanity for some cool water.”

 

When upon my shoulders, reddened by solar intensity,

wet from exerted energy, comes a breeze

as if Autumn has come to claim her colors,

to gather her brown and sepia landscape,

pull the lifeless trees, with little leaf

from the chalk textured ground

taking it where it would suit another ~ for this is my luck

 

“Take my shade a beg not, for it is merely a branch.”

 

Like fingers of a silken web’s reach,

a soft caress of skin is not understood, though very pleasant

nature finds me a shiver, a small comfort in this arid place

once crawling with snakes of assorted length, now

green as if lush has just been defined

with sweet air and pomegranate skies

featuring a glow, pristine shades of which I’ve never seen ~ heavenly

 

“To whom might I thank for such a gift?”

 

When before me stands, my eyes saturated and lost

slowly focus on beauty, winged loveliness now smiling within my own

personal oasis, which quickly forms in my heart

An angel, a goddess, extends a hand…to me?

My cracked and weathered palm touches, smooth, gentle

her hand as she lifts me, I am weightless, floating

to her, my breath leaves me as I wonder ~ is this my end

 

“If this beauty shall be my final curtain, let it be dropped slowly.”

 

A voice of velvet speaks, as I fade in and out of reality

and steadied by her touch, in the sweet scent of lavender and lime,

“I have come to you as a verse, for poetry is thy keeper,

thy words have been heard,” lyrical this voice sings

melodic and harmonious, rhythm’d to the beat of my heart

the race of my pulse, the love of my life ~ my muse

 

“Eternal to you I shall write, for your beauty fuels my pen.”  

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

When upon my shoulders, reddened by solar intensity,
wet from exerted energy, comes a breeze
as if Autumn has come to claim her colors,
to gather her brown and sepia landscape,
pull the lifeless trees, with little leaf
from the chalk textured ground
taking it where it would suit another ~ for this is my luck

While the poem is beautiful - magical and carries that lift that I have come to expect from you - it is the above part that really sunk in today...I found it striking - perhaps because autumn is my favorite time of year or maybe because I live in the desert - whatever it is it is what spoke the loudest.

[Seth Durham]

I felt the same way. Something about that stanza jumped out at me. Loved the way it was worded.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Tammy, you know your reviews are always some of my favorites. I truly appreciate you stopping by.

Seth, thank you so much for checking this out.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

There are things that we cannot see that often have the biggest impact on our lives. Love being the biggest one. Every verse stands on its own, together they make a masterpiece.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much sir.

[InsanityWriter]

Absolutely stunning. Your beautiful words flow so naturally... Your muse deserves the highest of fives. ;) Excellently done!

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you do love poems better than anyone i have read...but you just eclipsed that with this poem about writing and the visit that finally comes from the angel of a muse.

beautiful stuff as usual.

jacob

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Jacob. I appreciate your kind words.

[Pryde Foltz]

Lovely and someone is much loved

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Pryde. I appreciate your kind words.

[Angel]

Oh, Jack...This takes my breath away. This is absolutely beautiful. You have made the beautiful young Princess smile.

[Jack...]

My Princess, your smile is my light this night. Thank you so very much for your always kind words. I had a feeling you might like the title of this piece. I appreciate you so much.

[Angel]

You know I love the title of this piece, Sweet Prince...it whispers softly in my ear, and makes me giddy with happiness.

[Jack...]

Happy you are smiling my friend.

[Emerald Seas]

Jeez, Jack! You know how to capture your readers and hold us awe struck at the beauty of your words. This has me a bit speechless. A sentiment so well crafted. A lovely angel you have - that inspires you.
She's a fine inspiration - to bring forth such a wondrous thought put to the page by you. And... Us, lucky enough to have you share such a vision.

An ever so slight bittersweet read for me. I was gullible enough to think I was of a similar inspiration for someone once - unfortunately, I was mistaken... I echo Frieda's comment - may have just shed a tear on your page...
Deeply moving, my friend!

[Jack...]

My dearest Sera, you are always an inspiration to me. Without sweet words like yours, there would be no sense in me writing at all. It is I who should be thanking you. I aprreciate you.

[redflutterby]

For some their muse is an angel ....mine is a devil. A sarcastic little pain in the butt that likes to pull my chain then run off laughing. Ughhh...but what do you expect from a redhead? ;-)

Wonderful piece Jack...

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend. You don't know how good it makes me feel to see you review my work. Always appreciated.

[Frieda P]

Holy Jack, I could be a wee bit jealous that you didn't write this for me but for an 'angel' instead...think I just shed a tear on your page, still lovely as always.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much sweet Frieda. you will always be an angel to me.

[Frieda P]

Haha don't try to butter me up now ;-)

[Jack...]

Oooh butter, that gives me an idea.

[Frieda P]

I'm choking on my drink!!!

[redflutterby]

You need biscuits for your butter?? Hahaha.....

[Jack...]

Ok, I going to walk away from this now. You know I''ve been drinking.

[Jack...]

Red, don't start me.

[Frieda P]

It must be Frisky Friday....hahaha

[Jack...]

Or Frisky Frieday

[Frieda P]

Ha, Fallon I say...............

[redflutterby]

You want to butter some biscuits dontcha??? Ha.... ;-ppppp

[Jack...]

What does that mean in Italian?

[Jack...]

Well,................yes.

[redflutterby]

Bahahahahaha.... ;-p

[Frieda P]

Eh? hahh Italiano, knock off the beer hon

[Jack...]

yes ma'am.

[Frieda P]

Zucchero ;-)

[redflutterby]

Yes...put down the beer Jack. Before Red starts her usual ruckus. ;-))

[Jack...]

Oooh, I love it when you talk Italian to me.

[Rita L. Sev]

What an enchanting Muse she is! So often is our Muse like a Guardian Angel, keeping us from falling into the abyss of despair.

...as if Autumn has come to claim her colors... Love this.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Rita. My muse is an angel as are you to me with such a wonderful review.

[Mark]

I love this work. It packs so much gentleness and visions of soft scenes, yet potent and full. Very nicely done.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much mark. I appreciate your always kind reviews of my work.