Saturday, December 26, 2015

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ANGELS
Sometimes, i feel my wings assembling
They are lain across my back
Large and feathery, diaphanous
My wings assemble
I'm not ready to fly

Icarus, take heed, a faux pas repeated
Insults the Gods
A pantheon, lesser and higher, still
Succumbing to the mighty super nova
I'm not, ready to fly

Ah, yet eagle in her wisdom flies

Radiance shows with visibility
Sometimes teasing mortals, guardians
They draw swords in protection
And cover with their wings
I'm not ready to fly

And what of those whispering ones
Don't they have wings, i often ask myself
Whispering day, whispering night
Half truths and mischievous dares
I'm not, ready to fly
ANGELS © gillena cox 2015


Written for Margaret's prompt
Play it Again, Toads!
...where archived challenges of this Imaginary Garden come to life again, by exploring the sidebar (2011-2015) and selecting one or choose one from three highlighted in the present post.
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

I chose Fireblossom: "Calling All Angels" highlighted in the present post.

❧✿❧SEASONS GREETINGS❧✿❧

12 comments:

  1. Beautifully written. I like how you touch all the wings of mythology and nature.

    Wishing you a blessed weekend.

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    1. Thank you Gail, Seasons Greetings

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  2. Melted by the 'mighty super nova' and he plunged. Yes, we are as yet not ready to fly!

    Hank

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  3. Thanks for dropping in Hank

    Much love...

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  4. I really like your premise - the notion of having wings but not yet feeling able to fly. You described this so well in your poem.

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    1. Thank you for dropping by Kerry

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  5. I enjoyed the meditation here. Thanks for posting.

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    1. SEASONS GREETINGS
      Happy you dropped in Isadora

      much love...

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  6. Hi Gillena ~~ Very nice poem. I never ever once had concern about the makings of an angel except that I do know that humans don't turn into Angels. The Bible says that God made us to be higher than the Angels in pecking order. I did always hoped that there wings weren't feathered as I don't like feathers.
    It also reminded me that I hit and killed a bird on the way home this noon. A blackbird or a black hawk or a black water turkey. It flew in front of my car after it had bounced off the side of the truck just ahead of me in the other lane to my left. Oops.
    ..

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    1. Thanks for dropping in Jim, happy I sparked your interest with this one

      Much love...

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  7. Had a bible study once on angels - they are mentioned a LOT in the bible. This is a beautiful poem.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Margaret

      Much love...

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