“He’s an angel, not a saint.” – Michael
He didn’t ask to be her guardian angel,
he didn’t want to fall to earth,
he didn’t know it would be so painful
to hide his wings and surrender his heart.
He pays attention to her every word,
tries to stop his feathers rustling like a bird,
he wasn’t ready to live like this.
He follows her all over town,
can’t bear to see her feeling down,
constantly longing for a kiss.
He’s no saint and he’s no sinner,
he’s an angel falling from grace,
an absolute beginner
when it comes to the human race.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
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My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads – Of Gods and Monsters
For today’s prompt Rommy has gathered seven pop culture quotes that have to do with angels, monsters or both. Our mission is to pick one and create a poem based on it. Our poems do not have to specifically be about an angel or a monster, but they should have some relation to at least one of these quotes. We must be sure to mention the quote somewhere in our posts.
My poem has gone in an unusually romantic direction!
an absolute beginner
when it comes to the human race..
The perspective you provide here is so cleverly done, I love the touches of rhyme too, but mostly the way you have shown us the trepidation of the protagonist.
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Thank you, Kerry! I’m so happy to see you back in the Imaginary Garden and commenting. I wonder if an angel could survive a relationship with a human – we find each other hard enough to read and understand 😯
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I enjoyed this bittersweet perspective on guardian angels. There’s something funny yet touching about an ancient creature completely at a loss because of their newly discovered emotions.
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Thanks Rommy! There could be a short story in this.
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I wonder if every child is a fallen angel, growing up to whatever — thing — human nature is. Is this angel such an innocent, or does divinity step sideways into humanity, trip on a banana peel to become us, discovers sex and is human hair, nose and eyeball down to the bottom of the pearly mountain. Who knows, but I’m with him in your eyes.
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A very romantic direction!❤️ This is soo awesome, Kim! 😀 *swoooooooon* ❤️
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Thanks Sanaa!
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Very nice poem – the romantic direction was unexpected.
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It was for me, too!
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Somehow I can sense that there are a lot of fallen angels all around. Not easy to get by, to decode our secrets… alas you can fall even further.
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Ah, but how do angels recognise each other while undercover?
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I think they might find each other in prisons and asylums
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I think they have a special look in their eyes.
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“An absolute beginner” I couldn’t help but think of “The Bishop’s Wife” Wonderful
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I’d forgotten about that film, Debi! I loved it the first time I saw it. I’ll look for it on YouTube. Thanks for reminding me.
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I feel terrible for him (and for her, too). No one will be happy in a relationship where one hides he true self for the sake of another (or for his own sake).
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So true, Magaly.
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so maybe we take those gaurdian angels for granted – love the rhyme of this
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Thank you, Candy!
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An absolute beginner, must have been a starman, not an angel 🙂
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🙂
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Ah, I would love to believe my guardian angel (for I am certain I must have one) longs for my kiss, touch.
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😊
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I feel the same way abut the human race these days! I really enjoyed this poem!
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Thank you, Sherry!
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This is daring as well as profound
Enjoyed
much love…
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Ah, thank you, Gillena. Hope you’re having a great weekend. xxx
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very romantic and beautiful…!
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Thank you, Sreeja!
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Love this, Kim. It sounds like me when I went off to college. I had several crushes but they weren’t real because I was too timid to ask or make an acquaintance. After dropping out things changed. I liked the prompt’s idea but it was hard to just write about a person with intent to describe a place. You did well but I could tell it wasn’t easy for you. I’d like to try again, I tried to describe a cornfield where pleasant and still interesting things could happen. I muffed it. But I was fairly well pleased with what I wrote for the little time I had to use.
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🙂
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Bowie soundtrack to this poem makes it all the more perfect. More perfect? Yeah, I’m going with even more perfect.
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🙂
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