Tuesday, August 21, 2018
ALL THOSE ANGELS
Always felt loosely tethered
well you can kick that up
a notch now
a shadow of one's former
self that was no more than a
shadow to begin with
giving way
day
by
day
to an emerging grey sky
The why??? of it
gets caught in your throat
as you laugh and shake your head
at the sudden realization
that all those angels
and that luck of the Irish
rolling your way
were just a thing in your head
and things being preordained
seems the only logical conclusion
and talismans are just pretty stones
that dangle at the end of a chain
which seems like a
totally appropriate metaphor
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Indeed, angels and luck and talisman and magic... we don't feed with hard work are definitely just shiny things. The shine might inspire us to put our back into it, and that's a wonderful thing, but... in the end, we are the only who can brighten our own sky (friends, sunlight, and electricity help too). So, let us... flame on! 😀
ReplyDeleteThanks Magaly. You always make a lot of sense :)
DeleteLife is a cow pie, ma friend, so start making fertilizer from it. Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteYou might say I'm really in the chips now
DeleteThe humor in this has a steely sort of quality. As if the subject has considered primal screaming as an option, discarded it, and decided some wryness would be better on the throat.
ReplyDeleteSpot on, Rommy...spot on.
DeleteDinner and dance cures just about everything.Shame about the vast oceans:) I wish you an angel. Miracles can happen.
ReplyDeleteThanks, my dear. Yeah, it could happen. You've lifted me up with your words.
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