Tag Archives: guardian angel
Don’t Worry—I Won’t Get Too Close
Meanwhile there’s this dream I have of you— a card game, a maze of corridors, fingers hidden behind torsos, a borrowed kiss, another kind of numbers played here— and the song? I wake too soon.
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Guardian Angel Dust to Dust
I enter the quiet life through a seam in this wall. First time I heard your voice was a homecoming. Tell me if ghosts speak. With a pronounced accent? Is the language of flowers reserved for them the way I’ve … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems, Overnight Poems
Georgia One Revisited
To confuse sense of place with your lap, accidental falls with the truth as it comes out when I’m asleep is to reenter those dreams I forget.
Filed under Overnight Poems
epicurns.com
A first floor cremation urn gallery comes to me in a dream where I’m riding east— a river crosser, muse lover—lusting for a guardian angel who can’t be touched. Live human flesh before me, he must remain straight ahead, slightly … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems
Crooked Spirituality
She knows her guardian angel is not perfect— those wings don’t align, the right one is slightly bent, he sometimes squints when he takes off over the redwoods to sail above Big Sur again.
Filed under Night Poems
Living Tower
Even if it was an option, it’s not an option to date your guardian angel, even an accidental one. You may believe you’ve exhausted them all, been pushed to the edge of the jetty—rocks everywhere sounding off a raucous laugh. … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
You, Conduit
To pretend to be an atheist and still believe in guardian angels is this house where I live with blinds closed tight. To profess to live in solitude by choice while scars of loneliness tattoo my legs, my soul, is … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
Guardian Angel with a Blues Harp
—not a lute. Storms have passed. Acoustic mass wraps black and tangles up inside the brick wall. Some of it will seep through. More will remain the ivy of darkness outside my window. Alone, I risk the walk outside at … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
Water Elixir
Night collapses into day—the ferry is free. A frame for this lake sky after a May frost would cost more than all the gold in a guardian angel’s halo, could not capture the moment I choose to turn fully around.
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Who’s Minding the Gap
No dead chubby child with wings can help me now that I suffer tip of the tongue spells more than I care to remember. Myths recounted in another language mean as much to me now that he’s been pronounced alive. … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
