The Fall
What were you
before you fell,
your wings floating,
the weight of them
cast from you,
soul memory carrying
the wrench of it all?
When you stood in the
light did you choose
this ungracious descent?
They sent you down
for the sin of prophetic
fulfilment and tore
from you all that
they had wished you
to become.
What were you
before you fell,
your wings floating,
the weight of them
cast from you,
soul memory carrying
the wrench of it all?
When you stood in the
light did you choose
this ungracious descent?
They sent you down
for the sin of prophetic
fulfilment and tore
from you all that
they had wished you
to become.
No explanations for this one, other than a sudden interest in tales of angels and their half-human offspring. I thought that this poem was in need of another verse, but apparently I was wrong.
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7 comments:
I like the photo.
I love the questioning tone of the poem too.
I really, really loved this. It spoke to me for some reason. A fallen angel, so beautiful, yet so sad.
Very nice. A deep subject, wondering about angels...
it definitely makes true my desire never to be an angel,, fickle bunch they sound like....
in a sense aren't we all fallen angels?
One or two words might be a little off (to my ear), but there is a great downward motion to this poem that compliments the subject matter very well. Thanks.
So much unknowing is written here - thoughts are stirred. Nice!
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