Saturday, January 14, 2012

The Angel

Photo by Isadora Gruye
No futures could be read
in the cloudless sky
so I asked an angel
on a pedestal nearby,
"What's the good word?"
She did not reply.
She's not much of a talker.

So, we shared the silence
through a shift of light.
Then I mentioned 
if she had no plans for the night,
we could go do something.
She did not reply.
She's not much of a talker.

But, she listened
without pity or pretense.
The way she listened
almost had me making sense.

When they came to take me to my room,
I promised that I'd see her soon.
And, I would have fought to kiss her
if she'd answered my goodbye.
But, there was no reply.
No reply.
She's not much of a talker.

For the picture prompt at Real Toads

26 comments:

Fireblossom said...

I've read this through twice, and it simply is, babe. Nothing I say is going to improve what's perfect.

Margaret said...

I love this! You squeezed the soul out of this amazing photo.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Good one, kiddo.

Sylvia K said...

So perfect indeed! You do see it all, MZ!

Mary said...

The angels I've seen have been pretty quiet too. Sigh!!

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

I go with Fireblossom. I love it that i read it repeatedly. I love it... Sometimes, it is better to find people who will be there to listen and not to say that would make it more vague. Luccky you, you found that angel. :-)

JJRod'z

Brian Miller said...

it is when she starts answering that you indeed have more trouble on your hands...smiles...really well done MZ

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh my sainted aunt!!
This is one of the best poems I've read on the blogs, for all sorts of reasons: the tempo, the voice, the progression. Excellent work MZ. And so good to see it linked to a challenge on Real Toads.

Hannah Pratt said...

I loved this one. It has to be one of the best I've read yet.

Isadora Gruye said...

I adore what you have done here. The sing-song whip smart cleverness, and the perspective that the statue is a silent partner to your narrator....thanks so much for writing and posting this one. Viva la

Claudia said...

oh we need more of these quiet listeners who make sense without saying anything..

Lydia said...

I came here, read your poem, and am leaving with a new song in my head. :)

Brendan said...

The singsong creeps up on the reader in similar form to the sense (or senselessness) of the poem, this symposia of a madwoman and a stone angel. They're kin, not of this world, confounded in it, unable to express the greatness that overwhelms. I've said it all over the place but that quote from the gnostic St. Thomas is all about the difference between poetry and madness: "If you bring out what is inside you, what you bring out will save you. If you fail to bring out what is inside you, what is inside you will destroy you." This is an interesting aside for you, trading masks on the grand stage.

Grace said...

You created a storyline here with a few words. Fine writing MZ ~

ayala said...

Nicely penned!
:)

Fred said...

Excellent job MZ. Absolutely love the line "we shared the silence through a shift of light- awesome line. Great write. Thanks

Teresa said...

What a beautiful poem! I love the idea of talking to an angel, even if she is stone and doesn't talk much herself.

hedgewitch said...

Did you know that angel is the only simple two syllable word in the English language that doesn't have an exact rhyme? And she's not much of a talker, either. Add my kudos to all those above.

Susie Clevenger said...

A story in verse...nice work. Sadly it reminds me of my mother in her final days.

Kay L. Davies said...

Fabulous, MZ, great work.

Ms. Becky said...

wow, this is just plain insightful. extraordinary really. I do love it. happy day to you.

ds said...

This is beyond wonderful. Thank you.

unsungpoet said...

This is sweet.

ab said...

"...without pity or pretense" -- we all need an ear like that.

signed...bkm said...

love the mystery of her not being "much of a talker"....silence is a world of writing on it's own....thank you Mama...bkm

Raven said...

You have created a wonderful tone and a wonderful story ... I was there cheering you on ... wanting to say "she's not going to answer ... she's not much of a talker." I really liked this.