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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


8 comments:

  1. 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! 😀

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    1. Thanks Magaly. You always make a lot of sense :)

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  2. Life is a cow pie, ma friend, so start making fertilizer from it. Love, cat.

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  3. The 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.

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  4. Dinner and dance cures just about everything.Shame about the vast oceans:) I wish you an angel. Miracles can happen.

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    1. Thanks, my dear. Yeah, it could happen. You've lifted me up with your words.

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