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emily Member
since 2000-10-03
Posts 142USA |
A spirit angel appeared to me. Upon her descent, I heard cloudbells ring. She came to deliver me from the sounds of regret, the sounds, the aches that nibble away quietly around the base of my soul, as evil ripping through a quiet calm. This holy blend of ivory promise stood before me and I begged, oh, how I begged to please release me, take me back. So that I may do it over again. When she left, oh, it rained very gently at first. It felt fresh and pure. I was consoled as though covered by freesia and soft heather. I was going to have peace of mind at last. But I do not. She was an angel, I am a woman asking. Still, she could not, no one can, no one can wash away regret. Emily |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Only forgiveness of yourself will ever wash it away... A beautiful poem with a very true message and meaning... thank you |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
Emily, forgiving yourself and loving yourself will wash it away, as will the Love of God..He will wash away your regrets.I believe in angels, but I believe more in the Love of God. This is a very heartfelt poem. floria [This message has been edited by strbbux (01-22-2002 08:38 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Cloudbells...love it! |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
emily - we all have regrets of one degree or another, but it is up to ourselves to drop them and leave them behind in the dust. Very interesting read. Enjoyed. Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
When she left, oh, it rained very gently at first. It felt fresh and pure. I was consoled as though covered by freesia and soft heather. ================================== this is an achingly beautiful write.. youve created a clever mix of "heaven and hell" in this imagery, emotive and ethereal piece. And the cloudbells image is fresh and unique. I relate to the regret and angst of this... sometimes self forgiveness is harder to accept than the divine. Well done poetess Emily...good to see you posting again.  take care, jm I'm like a broken record that you can play ... |
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