i have hated you
–the angel says–
from the moment
of your creation
so weak and powerless
you call that sound
you make singing
but it’s only noise
my gears are polished silver, gold,
my skin translucent pearl
i breathe fire
but can bring forth flowers
by kissing the earth
you are trapped in your meat
and your blood
giving birth in terror
and agony to terrors and
did you know
is the only thing
with the divine
that’s the real song
he wants to hear
you were never meant
you were built to suffer
because misery loves
the stony ground
was always your final
30 thoughts on “the angel’s confession (20170722)”
This is…so good. I had to take a second for myself after reading this. Really, really impressed.
Thank you and welcome to the blog!
sounds like jealousy speaking – how can He love you creatures? why did He create you? when we are so perfect?
Thanks. This is a kind of reply to an earlier poem I did about the expulsion from Eden.
i’ll go check it out
I had to search for the title: useless wings.
They make for an intriguing pairing. No one (inc. angel) can escape the burden of being
It can be a heavy thing.
‘You were never meant for paradise’ This same, although not so beautifully expressed, thought has been in my head all day. Love this poem.
Thanks so much!
Love this one crow
To many great lines
To pick just one
As Sheldon Always
Thanks, my friend.
God, angels have egos the size of Trump’s ass! Ha. I can actually see this happening with the holier than tho attitudes many angels harbor.
They’re really stuck up.
Which angel? 🙂 I suspect, knowing crows the way I do, that there is more than meets the eye, the ear, the nose here. A sulfurous tone, brimming with fire and spite. Good one!
Anything with wings is not to be trusted.
Is that why you wrote this poem? Because of the wings? Just curious. I have no angelic agenda. …see? No wings! 🙂
No. Not really about the wings. But I do have a weird interest in angels, not your run-of-the-mill interest. I have a few older poems about them, too.
I’d be interested in reading them sometime. I used to be more versed in them than I am now.
These aren’t old school angels. If you click on the angel tag, it should catch most of them.
Okay. Bedtime reading perhaps! Have an awsomenight, Mr. Crow!
Thank you, sir. You too.
Wow! (In a good way.)
Fffffffuck I love this.
I’m really glad you enjoyed it.
Reminds me of Rilke’s angels, “…But if the archangel now, perilous, from behind the stars took even one step down toward us: our own heart, beating higher and higher, would beat us to death…” (Duino Elegies, The Second Elegy – translated by Stephen Mitchell)
Thanks! It very complimentary to be compared to Rilke.
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