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Everyday Angels Are Few
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Everyday Angels Are Few |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments 
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~Inspired by the trouble in the Balkans and throughout the world that never seems to go away...perhaps one day everyone will see how petty all this fighting is and how much pain it brings to everyone~ Pallid, tattered wings Rest soiled, lifeless, broken Against these shoulders... My soul is carved into hollows Where light no longer ripples And faith no longer reaches me ~The spark of promise is dark~ I turn my face away from the reflections Of ethereal dignity Still lingering in my thoughts... For absent are all things sacred. Celestial brightness in ruin As smog curls carelessly above And anger rages below ~Loneliness evolving into madness~ All the simplicities essential To holding us together As one life, one spirit, one reverie Are but ashes trampled underfoot While we run from each other. The starkness of these skies Bleed sorrow onto our Earth ~The droplets sting upon my hands~ This body crumples--shattered-- For change in thought is slow And the eyes of the innocent cloud fast When life is mercilessly ravaged. Illusions of comfort weaken When the truths are in flamboyant show ~The everyday angels are few~ But if we can aspire To hold our heads high in honor Of this soil and of our kin Perhaps we can still heal our wings And pull from the absence All things held sacred. *Krista Knutson* "We can all become what we aspire to be If Heaven's here on Earth..." ~Tracy Chapman [This message has been edited by Alwye (edited 03-25-2001).] |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
I loved your images in this poem! You said it was less flowery, but it has such an edge without. I can see everything painted in harsh shades of gray and bloody scarlet. "But if we can aspire To hold our heads high in honor Of this soil and of our kin Perhaps we can still heal our wings And pull from the absence All things held sacred." Beautiful, my dear... the world can hope to heal its wings and fly again... "And every state of mind, left to itself, every shutting up of the creature within the dungeon of its own mind - is, in the end, Hell" - C.S. Lewis |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
well written and expressed... enjoyed. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Krista~ This is a poignantly fine piece of writing. 'All the simplicities essential To holding us together As one life, one spirit, one reverie Are but ashes trampled underfoot While we run from each other.' Unfortunately, we do not seem to be able to learn how to keep peace within our grasp. So sad ... always so sad. Well said, poetess. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
excellent. . . I really love the images that you used here. . . everyday angels are everywhere. . . we just don't always see them. . .  ------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Alwys, Excellent, your message pecked my senses raw. |
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Poet deVine
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since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
What wonderful insight you have Krista! I loved the title and the theme...well done!! |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
'Illusions of comfort weaken When the truths are in flamboyant show ~The everyday angels are few~ But if we can aspire To hold our heads high in honor Of this soil and of our kin Perhaps we can still heal our wings And pull from the absence All things held sacred.' Excellently written, Alwye!! Your talent is absolutely amazing...great write! sp  to be with you... |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Thank you all so much for taking the time to read and reply. I always appreciate it.  *Krista Knutson* |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
Nicely written Krissa. The last stanza is wonderful! thanks for the read. "Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other course, no other way... No day but today" |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Illusions of comfort weaken When the truths are in flamboyant show ~The everyday angels are few~ But if we can aspire To hold our heads high in honor Of this soil and of our kin Perhaps we can still heal our wings And pull from the absence All things held sacred Beautifully expressed Krista. Loved it! Maree |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Illusions of comfort weaken When the truths are in flamboyant show ~The everyday angels are few~ But if we can aspire To hold our heads high in honor Of this soil and of our kin Perhaps we can still heal our wings And pull from the absence All things held sacred Beautifully expressed Krista. Loved it! Maree |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Absolute excellence... from the title through the last word... Well done! |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
well done-- tough subject handled with grace Jamie |
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