“The clear vowels rise like balloons” S.Plath ~ Morning Song
If this angel’s hands are wings
her voice the birds of prey
her smile the arrow singeing steel
to heal the scars, to go forth beyond
the battles, bones, and blood.
As this angel’s words can soothe
we listen and we burn for mending
what is broken and for blending past
with what comes next.
Not to be our best but for climbing hills
for seeking thrills in simply trying
to listen, seeing, seeking
knowing that this angel’s verse is us,
as we are them.
Vincent van Gogh
Today we write about ends at dVerse. By using an ehtnd of a poem suggested by Laura and focusing on the poem’s end we are encouraged to find our own poem. The last line by Sylvia Plath’s poem made me think of the poem read by Amanda Gorman inspiring for us all.
January 26, 2021
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Great minds… we chose the same line again, Björn, and went off on different paths. Your angel is one of poetry. I love the lines:
‘If this angel’s hands are wings
her voice the birds of prey’
and
‘knowing that this angel’s verse is us,
as we are them.’
This is absolutely stellar writing, Bjorn 😀 I especially love; “As this angel’s words can soothe we listen and we burn for mending what is broken and for blending past with what comes next.” Yes! 💝💝
Just focussing on the ending here, Bjorn. I love the way you use that short line – it just gives a little movement to the rhythm, and leaves the poem open. I hope that makes sense!
This is so beautiful and evocative; I am absolutely in love with the metaphors in the beginning!
Heavenly, soothing work Bjorn. Love the temporal blending, past and future. Awesome work.
I lovely ending “as we are them” … having worked in hospice care I believe many are guided by angels to their next adventure so this gentle metaphor resonates!
It’s the most any of us can do. Masterfully woven, Bjorn, it’s a mission statement for the human species. If only it could be implanted in the minds and embraced by every one of us.
Not to be our best….but for climbing hills…. simply trying to listen.
We listen and we burn for mending.
So many lines here speak to me.
Beautifully done, Björn!
So beautifully penned, Björn! There is something about “we listen and we burn…” the sings to me, singes me. I do like it so.
we listen and we burn for mending
what is broken and for blending past
with what comes next.
What is spoken in silence is sometimes louder that the words we speak!
Well done!
Angels’ words are surely one of the best ways to mend what is broken. I love the enjambment in the lines:
we listen and we burn for mending
what is broken and for blending past
with what comes next.
Björn, you nailed the ending, good sir!
I think that would get three 10’s from the judges ❤
-David
This passage uplifts the spirit. My first taste of your work. Very refreshing. ~kk
A mystical of union of the overseeing and the overseen to create. There’s something wonderfully comforting in imagining this endeavor as ongoing as life itself.
Can’t explain precisely, but this lovely poem feels like dissecting wind and finding treasure in it. It floats, and it sings, and it’s like a double-edged sword. Quite fascinating.
I was taken by the following lines, the wings and the birds and the hands and prey (pray) I can feel the connection, it touches a place inside.
If this angel’s hands are wings
her voice the birds of prey
Always, enjoy your writings
knowing that this angel’s verse is us,
as we are them.
It certainly is an advantage of knowing one’s strength and ability which otherwise would just fizzle off.
Hank
I have forever been partial to this art and so happy you used it to illustrate a fine poem …..
Very nice and Indeed my friend, the:
“angel’s verse is us,
as we are them.”
Amen to that….
Beautiful description in the piece. It made its own music while being read.
Gorgeous writing and art!