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Angel

August 27, 2021
By Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
129 articles 33 photos 956 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love, because you can’t love your way out of the lunatic asylum, but it makes it more fun to be a lunatic.
--Me


Black eyebrows fall in the haircutting shop

Where a Lithuanian lady drapes a cape over me like a shower curtain

Wet scissors and warm waves of hair dryers

Humid sticky clumps on the tile floor

Everything hair-dusted like flour

Angels watch over me from a higher shelf

Pink and blue with china wings

I want to touch them and play with them

I guess nobody will ever know

What the angels sing to me

Watching over me as I wait for hours.

Far from the haircutting shop

I think of the angels in my own little life

I want to give them all a standing ovation

You never know

Who sleeps and wakes and walks beside your sadness

Till you look over your sunset shoulder and find them gone

They lay down before me till daytime has come

And they stay after closing

Watching over me

Watching by the wayside—

Oh, I love the angels

I love the older angels.


The author's comments:

In this poem, a china figurine of an angel in a city haircutting shop staring down at me becomes a metaphor for other "angels" that watch over a person's life--people who are dear to you and are constants in trouble.


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Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Sep. 2 2021 at 3:02 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
129 articles 33 photos 956 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love, because you can’t love your way out of the lunatic asylum, but it makes it more fun to be a lunatic.
--Me

WolvesRain? Oh yipppppeeeee....

on Sep. 2 2021 at 2:01 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
196 articles 22 photos 1038 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

did you see? wolves is back!