Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
Brought to you by Mary K
the Impossibility of the Impossible
We Write Poems gave this as a prompt for this week:
Guardian Angel
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I wish I could stand up,
reach out with my wand
and say proudly: “Expecto Patronum!”
I wish HE would appear
in the form of bright light
to guard off whatever I fear.
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Well, I COULD do it.
But that’s all, I’m afraid
No one WILL ever appear
For no guardian angels abide
in my dark cave of despair.
A little bit late, yet here it is – a poem of Isolation, as prompted by Robert at Poetic Asides at the regular Wednesday prompt this week:
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And, then, again,
In perfect isolation
I go from guessing to believing
That faking is not killing.
a “what really happened” poem
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Stealing him
Away from me was
Your best act
Of charity
For which I am forever
Thankful and so free.
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an agreement poem
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When I’m about to wake up, my fluffy kitten comes
Hops on my bed, turns on her purring;
Coils at my feet, then quickly moves,
And coils in opposite direction.
She comes before my waking
To secretly caress me,
For fear not to spoil me.
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Beyond the roaring realms of sanity
A lesser god will rise to meet his fate
And trade conveniently with humanity
Most valued goods of flesh for pearls of faith.
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