In My Room/Office/Studio

In My Room/Office/Studio
"A writer and nothing else: a man alone in a room with the English language, trying to get human feelings right." - John K. Hutchen.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Earth's Angel (1-5)

Earth’s Angel (Poem 1)

A gentle breeze whizzes by
Somewhat cold as it drifts to the sky
Yet warm in a little peculiar way
A soft whirlwind twirling up
Up and up and up it goes
Entangled within is a mosaic of words
Concealed amid an array of dry leaves
Fluttering like butterflies
Flip, flip goes their little delicate wings
Words spiral out
Displaying a chorus that echoes
And bangs against all four horizon
“I’ve come for my angel
And so I go with her
For angels don’t belong in earth”


Earth’s Angel (Poem 2)

Syrupy fragrance of your soul lingers in the air
thick and tangible with eminences so rare
opaque clouds dissipate in honour of your arrival
like enemies scattering off, dashing for survival
a dazzling smile adorns your little, unblemished face
and here you are, embraced in eternal grace
majestic , royal, splendid in all ways
as heavens open up, the earth will miss you – always
but in mighty hands, our angel, you sit
and us, mere flesh and bone, need not worry a bit
rivers of our tears will soon turn to paroxysms of joy
for we know that in that holy place, our angel, is where you most enjoy



Earth’s Angel (Poem 3)

Ripples from River Thamalakane shine under the glorious sun
Glancing up and another euphoric game has begun
With the heavenly skies the waters chat
A tete-a-tete, a this and that
Waters stick up the finger and point to the sky
Heavens grin and whisper ‘don’t you dare try’
On behalf of the earth the waters cry
The river mourns and asks, ‘but why?’
Minus our angel all rivers will run dry
Heavens bellow in a grand command
Ordering the rivers of the earth to withstand
To withstand all that comes from above
For your angel has turned into a mystic dove
Flew away to a land of eternal peace
So I tell you, don’t cry, please

Yaone – Earth’s Angel (Poem 4)

Saccharine is the atmosphere so reminiscent of a dream
Against the black sky the moon and the stars they gleam
Gleaming in the dark yet the sun continues to shine
Casting illuminations of hope even when all doesn’t seem fine
Like spectators in a soccer game the heavens blow trumpets
And down here we dance to the songs of crickets
Rains fall to wash away our sorrow
And indeed there shall be a better tomorrow
Our pains, our tears, only God will soothe  
Surely today we now know the truth
We rejoice for you were taken in your utmost purity
To a home where you dwell in omnipotent security  
 

Earth’s Angel (Poem 5)

Your little footprints leave marks on the clouds
As you run jubilantly about and around
Springing up and down in a jumping castle
A jumping castle in a holy castle of eternal peace and joy
The sound of your laughter reverberates in your vicinity
Like the giggle of tiny golden bell
You spread your wings wide
Playfully hovering in the air
Teasing butterflies that festoon your presence
Wow, how beautiful and contented you look
Who’d ever guessed that in this place is where you belong
Send us your photos, our angel
For we yearn to steal a glimpse of that glorious place
A place where you wine and dine  in sheer saintliness
Your soul now lives eternally
For surely God led your way

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