Sunday, November 22, 2009

when angels cry







sculpted into
archetypal mold,
curtailed, ere we even start;
filling our souls
with angel’s tears
as we bear captivity's mark.






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38 comments:

  1. Just Be RealNovember 22, 2009 at 12:07:00 PM GMT+2

    Short and to the point. An awesome poem Shadow. I love angels. Blessings dear one....

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  2. dirt clustitNovember 22, 2009 at 12:22:00 PM GMT+2

    lovely shadow,
    soon there will be no anythings with authority over any of your being. Those who choose the way of the previous can have it that way too, but always by choice.

    The revolution will not be televised nor ever fully recognized. Peacefully taken over dismantled reorganized put back with very few the wiser

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  3. the walking manNovember 22, 2009 at 1:04:00 PM GMT+2

    A back without scars is a back that has never carried weight. A back that has never carried weight is weak.

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  4. AnonymousNovember 22, 2009 at 1:10:00 PM GMT+2

    Even angels can't fix everything, they pain too. A lovely poem, Shadow. Thanks.

    Secretia

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  5. Dave KingNovember 22, 2009 at 1:45:00 PM GMT+2

    I find that image a bit eerie.

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  6. SylviaNovember 22, 2009 at 3:39:00 PM GMT+2

    Prophetical. So much for freedom! :)

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  7. Woman in a WindowNovember 22, 2009 at 3:42:00 PM GMT+2

    It's short, Shadow, but it does present a helluva large question, Do we spend our time, our souls, captive in human form, and then what before and after. The photo itself so gorgeous, I wouldn't mind a human form so much if I were that beautiful.

    Much to mull on. Have a great weekend.
    xo
    erin

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  8. Caio FernNovember 22, 2009 at 3:54:00 PM GMT+2

    yep . it would make me cry .

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  9. gerry boydNovember 22, 2009 at 4:42:00 PM GMT+2

    well, that's a nice polished little gem. if i had the proper setting, i would wear it on my head.

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  10. CiCiNovember 22, 2009 at 4:51:00 PM GMT+2

    Our identity is filled with tears but we always attempt to recover.

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  11. DianneNovember 22, 2009 at 5:07:00 PM GMT+2

    whew, I am never disappointed, shadow. thanks for reading my work, I am so glad I found yours.

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  12. RikkijNovember 22, 2009 at 5:25:00 PM GMT+2

    Shadow- this really makes me want to break free. Is there a mark freedom leaves that I may wear? ~rick

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  13. Brian MillerNovember 22, 2009 at 5:47:00 PM GMT+2

    for something so short it bears quite the punch...nicely done shadow.

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  14. Enchanted OakNovember 22, 2009 at 6:13:00 PM GMT+2

    Wow. I don't know what to say. Are angels in bondage? Are they mourning for us humans? It's an awesome piece, one of those that flies right over my literal head. Someday, will you explain it to me?

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  15. Stacey J. WarnerNovember 22, 2009 at 6:21:00 PM GMT+2

    the angels tears are for our own suffering...where we see captivity, they see freedom.

    much love

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  16. Cindy November 22, 2009 at 6:46:00 PM GMT+2

    Shadow, beautiful, yet sad. I will be thinking of angels all day. take care.

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  17. lakeviewerNovember 22, 2009 at 7:05:00 PM GMT+2

    Do angels cry? I thought they were eternally happy.

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  18. ShadowNovember 22, 2009 at 7:15:00 PM GMT+2

    gladly, enchantedoak... this poem is about how society and norms bind us, how we are formed and shaped right from the day we are born, by our parents, rules, regulations. restricting us, preventing us from living our dreams, exceeding our desires, keeping us in a box rather than moving freely outside of it... and our souls end up crying, as do the angels in the heavens, since we're ultimately not not living our dream, we are not free...

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  19. Dulçe ♥November 22, 2009 at 7:24:00 PM GMT+2

    Only angels can cry like that,
    be created like that
    Only angels can be described like that
    Only angels can say so much in just 20 words ( I happen to know that's their favourite number...)

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  20. Dulçe ♥November 22, 2009 at 8:11:00 PM GMT+2

    I read your explanations after I commented. Still I like my intrpretation and the sweet words I've written to my poetess #1

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  21. Stella JonesNovember 22, 2009 at 8:36:00 PM GMT+2

    I've heard a lot about angels today and now your poem has come along. Amazing coincidences. I believe in angels and I believe they must cry sometimes too. If they didn't, they wouldn't have compassion, which I believe they have in abundance.
    Blessings, Star

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  22. AnonymousNovember 22, 2009 at 9:04:00 PM GMT+2

    You say everything I have been thinking lately. In six lines, more feelings than I dare to admit *sigh*

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  23. Cynthia PittmannNovember 22, 2009 at 9:47:00 PM GMT+2

    Beautiful inspired words here, Shadow. Love the rapid shift of feeling you created! Thanks for visiting me at Oasis! I value your company.

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  24. AnonymousNovember 22, 2009 at 10:36:00 PM GMT+2

    This speaks of destiny to me, something we can not run or hide from. Even the Angels can not save us and quite possibly we drown from there tears. Maybe they in its self is a mercy killing of love

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  25. FireblossomNovember 23, 2009 at 1:07:00 AM GMT+2

    Stoppittttttt. 20 words and you said that much? Get out of town, woman. To me, your meaning was crystal clear. I think this poem is stellar.

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  26. AnonymousNovember 23, 2009 at 1:18:00 AM GMT+2

    I love this one

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  27. Nikki (Sarah)November 23, 2009 at 1:30:00 AM GMT+2

    I read this and felt sad. Take gentle care. Sarah

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  28. GeorgeNovember 23, 2009 at 2:56:00 AM GMT+2

    So many yearn and starve for their freedoms and yet never get to taste it, some squander what they have, others celebrate it with creativity and expressions.

    We all come with some sort of a captive stamp, but how skilled are we at allowing ourselves to rub it off and how much.

    I can relate to this when I was in a childhood of repression. So this one kind of rings with me...

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  29. Linda S. SochaNovember 23, 2009 at 3:33:00 AM GMT+2

    Shadow....
    Beautiful, sad, powerful. I would ask for a stamp...on my hand...like the ones they give at dance clubs...to come and go , free , and then return
    Linda

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  30. dirt clustitNovember 23, 2009 at 4:54:00 AM GMT+2

    cause it's wrong for me to leave comments like I did.

    those actions (leaving ugly comments) will not do anything to resolve the inner conflict I feel.

    cause again I was wrong with my actions I am sorry shadow. Sorry tgo you and all your readers

    dusty

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  31. steveroniNovember 23, 2009 at 4:54:00 AM GMT+2

    Many times in my life I have broken the bonds of tradition, rules, etc., only to pay a price, naturally! But the price always in the end seemed worth it, but not at the time of my "transgressions"...

    We DO yet have what we used to call FREE WILL. I can choose in a heartbeat whether to stay or go, stop or start, walk with the crowd, or walk that "other" path alone. Again there are costs either way.

    Shadow, you are, well...quite outstanding in many ways, I hope you know that--with humility, of course --grin!

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  32. AnonymousNovember 23, 2009 at 4:54:00 AM GMT+2

    I think Angel do cry when we cry

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  33. SydNovember 23, 2009 at 5:52:00 AM GMT+2

    Angels tears...a sad thought indeed.

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  34. Tabitha.MontgomeryNovember 23, 2009 at 7:11:00 AM GMT+2

    xo

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  35. CalliNovember 23, 2009 at 4:43:00 PM GMT+2

    This is utterly beautiful. Angels do cry, with us, and your explanation is dead on, Shadow!

    xo

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  36. jasmineNovember 24, 2009 at 12:20:00 AM GMT+2

    I can't find the right words to describe this poem other than i deeply feel we do bear captivities mark. To e filled with tears...

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  37. laughingwolfNovember 24, 2009 at 3:59:00 AM GMT+2

    sometimes the shackles are in the mind, and so, most difficult to cut...

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  38. KayDecember 1, 2009 at 7:26:00 AM GMT+2

    mmmmmm.....fill me up

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