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Angel in the Middle

Angel in the Middle

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Who is an angel? Have we met one? A poem reworked by mashing up the first seven poems I posted on Scribd and adding to them.
Who is an angel? Have we met one? A poem reworked by mashing up the first seven poems I posted on Scribd and adding to them.

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Published by: Steve U on Jan 15, 2011
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The Angel in the Middle
 A seven-poem mashup towards a new end 
What I'm ThinkingIt started with an invitationand that was just the beginning, theTalk of things past that are now present on lips.The genius of beginnings is they have a middle part.And our middle part that we create is long and glorious,Full of tears and laughter, the past that is markedBy memories that rise up like a savior on the third day of our sadnesses,Those memories that remind usWe got through it all,And we are here, in a community.Where we are in a back and forthIn time, and a back and forthTalkingstitching time with a cup of coffeethe communion cup of many gatheringsand even if we are by ourselves the cupserves a purpose, a connection to ourselvesand the time we take with it.So we are then able to write these things, maybeAn Open Poem in a Letter And so this is what I writewith the time I give myself within the middle part I have madeI met the strangest man tonight.He seemed to think he was an angelStanding inScenes From Time Itself What was this thought he had?A nibble……Maybe?Or a dream remembered?A dark closeted fragment, in any case,Gray with time and pulled up by snaky tendrils fraught with age.The slow intrusion of a muddy river Slapping away at the wet bank. But now and thenWe get it:A root grasped by the traveler in its sudden appearanceFrom beyond the shutters of our minds lost.This strange man was there, was real, and he was an angel.
 
Is his mind lost or are we?Whichever it's a shame that to meet an angelMeans that one of us has lost it.But he is gone now.The Passing of a Quiet Friend No longer reaching in odd arcs for sun and breathHis long standing sentinel life in the yard gone,He was in the cold bearding of winter And in the green hangings of summer He was in the sepia memories of yesterdayAnd the bright wishes of what we want tomorrow.And now he and his dreams are goneExcept for the dream I record here.It was, I think, back inSept 1, 2006This angel standing in our communitywas like another. Maybe an opposite,A darker angel, with grim pronouncement, for Auden sat in a dive in 1939On a street of uncertainty and fear Smelling the unmentionable odor That drifts forward and back in timeAnd this vileness, the odor Accusing the tribe and causing the weak To fall in despair and silent rage.If one sniffs carefully and long, there is a remnant, still.Even today. However,Our prophets are no longer heard.So it is that It happened tonightSitting at my table, with my coffeeContemplating the invitationAnd the ensuing middle we have created.I took a draft of my coffee, hot moment of delightAnd looking out I dropped my cup. For Tonight I looked in the sky and saw 66 angels falling to earth.There was no flash of light, no boom of thunder, only, well,That feeling the air has when it begins to snow.So I looked up, and saw the wrecked wings of heavenly fliersFalling to earth with all the sound of light lost.Beautiful gossamer strands of silk trailing limbsImpossible geometries, connecting points and limbs

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Carl F Maulbeck added this note
true this, jot, "We are, none the less, better for the attempt. / We are, none the less, worse for losing this angel." - and we are angels in the middle, excellent
LauraNovak added this note
Holy Cow! I wasn't sure what was happening and whether this was rumination on marriage or a friend, until "It Happened Tonight" and I got really hooked with a "hot moment of delight." The image of the angels. Someone shot! Wow, tell us more about this, Jotter.
Arion added this note
Keep drinking the coffee Jotter, thats good especially beautiful gossamer strands of silk trailng limbs.
Adelaide Dupont added this note
It's like jewels: setting them in places and making your design. Enjoyed "passing of a quiet friend".
Mystery10000 added this note
this is the first i've read of yours, and it truly seems like one. i really like it.
Rose added this note
Interesting experiment. I like it!
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An experiment in combining the first seven poems I posted...Angel in the Middle

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