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Marianne Moore once defined 'poetry' as "Imaginary gardens with real toads in them". I found this such a striking definition of something that captures the values of poetry that I couldn't leave it alone.

I've been writing - attempting - poetry since I knew how to hold a pen(cil). Some poems I write I like, most I don't, but every now and then I feel compelled to write them down, like a flush of emotion that demands access to some sort of visible medium that can later be accessed and reconsidered. I thought, maybe, that sharing these poems could help me out a little. I welcome critiques, critical and constructive (though I do, of course reserve the right to ignore the sharper sides of people's tongues ;) ), and hope that in return for your help I can leave you with something better than sorry attempts at a craft which only a tiny few have ever really mastered.

Clear Skies~V

Monday, July 5, 2010

An Angel's Prayer

You seek to wrong me
To take from me
That which You did freely grant me.
You wish to extinguish
This light of Heaven
This Morning Star!
I am the one that guides all others,
To light and leave the glowing sky!
And now for something petty: choice!
You would cast me out to die.
Know then, Father,
Once upon the barren stone,
I did love only Thee alone.
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  1. UnknownJuly 6, 2010 at 7:00 AM

    Interested in knowing what telling of The Fall you took here. Seems Miltonian, but also biblical. I take issue with the 'something petty: choice", for I believe it was choice, it was the Morning Star's Will which led to his rebellion.

    Other than that, I really enjoyed it, particularly the declaration of love at the end. Poignant and effective.

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  2. UnknownJuly 6, 2010 at 7:46 AM

    I guess I've been mixing my Paradise Lost with the more 'traditional' Fall stories, giving it a little bit of a Sympathy for the Devil spin. I wrote this a few years ago, I actually think it was a precursor for 'Vindicate Me', which I posted up some months ago. I tend to humanize Lucifer, I suppose, it's a quirk. I hesitate to say that I 'want to get into his head', but I like exploring the possibilities of reactions and emotions that being cast out of Heaven in such a way might cause.

    The "Something petty" line, is the one line in the poem that I'm not entirely happy with, it in itself sounds (to me) like a petty rejoinder from a spoiled child, not really the emotion I wanted to have going here, but I couldn't seem to make anything work when I was editing it so it kinda stuck. Just found it kinda fun that you took issue with it ^.^.

    Thanx for reading, Khuiri. It's been a long time ^^ glad you liked it.

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