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 Oct 2012 E
-D
I am a guardian angel,
cooped up in a cage up north,
with my wingspan so long
but the bars held so close,
that feathers enclose their own home.
--
I once told a prince a tale,
of how he could find his voice.
So he lifted his pen
& he wrote her a song,
& the cage was once again closed.
--
I visit a lady in black,
who wishes to be left alone.
But I visit her still,
& she weeps just a bit,
just enough to be at ease again.
--
a ghost I once knew still haunts me,
though I’ve fallen from my perch up high.
he begs me for wisdom & mercy,
so I enclose him & dry his eyes.
--
oh, there are woes among His people,
not one soul is saved from all this.
but His angels protect,
& they clean up the messes,
but even they have a cage to forget.
here are a few verses to a potential song i'm writing from the perspective of a guardian angel who has her own list of things from which she needs protection.

any advice/wisdom would be appreciated.

(i'm still waiting for the chorus to show himself.)
 Oct 2012 E
TDN
Saudade)
This is a division;
a dissection of blood cells;
a severance of the colors on a canvas.
Separating waters - Moses' staff in the air.
We are singing parting songs into each other's eyes
because we are slurring our words across the pavement.
One final moment slips through the palms of our hands,
flows through the back of our minds,
and calls our hearts to break.
This is goodbye.

Retrouvailles)
And, after all of this,
I will see you again in
the brightness of dawn,
the twilight of dusk.

I will see you again in
the blossoms of Spring,
in the fervor of Summer,
in the colors of Autumn,
in the snowflakes of Winter.

I will see you again.
This is hello.
saudade:  the feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost.
retrouvailles :  the happiness of meeting again after a long time.
 Oct 2012 E
-D
untitled one.
 Oct 2012 E
-D
--jonah’s Lot
gravel-stricken streets & gaslit lampposts;
I close my eyes to take it all in—
this new solitude I’ve found to host.

a sacred sort of song I sing--
[oh, how does it feel to be alone?]--
though still wrapped in Love to ward off the sting.

& though I feel strong in my shield of Stone,
I cannot help but turn back in slight,
& a saltiness creeps up from my anklebones.

--at the dock of the bay.
in the distance you shine with your Father’s glow,
a smile&touch; I have longed for since that June long ago,
& the knot in my stomach continues to grow.

greatness I see as your eyes blink to me
when the smoke billows between our twin heartstrings,
though Ben strikes that it’s time to be free.

so though my travels lead me in opposition to hellos,
you are loved, Eternally Loved,
is what I have always said & have always wanted you to know.

--a fisherman’s courage
His mast is rising & His sails are billowing &
I step out on the dock, reluctant,
then the sunset pours through the Captain’s hand.

“child, you know what you truly seek,
among the waves you’ve yearned&desired; a storm detour,
when I was the one in control of this Sea.”

He reaches out to pull me in,
“you’ve always been free to walk on water,”
& that first step resonates like an eternal din.

--resolve&glory;
*I depart in peace & with all the contentment I have discovered
[that I have found, that I have found],
& all I ever had to do was cling to the Anchor.
inspired by the grappling journeys of Peter & the reluctant obedience of Jonah.
So it went
like this -
she said,
"My therapist
thinks we
should break up."
and I replied,
"Yeah,
my psychiatrist
says that we
should break up, too."
so soon after,
we broke up.
It was like
Woody Allen
and Diane Keaton.
I didn't know
that such comedies
could actually
be real.
The way
that it appears
in my memory
is something
that isn't exactly real.
That's life!
(I think...).
 Oct 2012 E
Rachel Brainard
Scrutiny
 Oct 2012 E
Rachel Brainard
OPEN
A bald man with
a beard like Santa Claus

Coffee?
Please.
Ya need a menu?
Please.

Stares from
men and women
with glasses and
overalls and
straw hats.

Chalkboard green walls
plastered with
all kinds of
Elvis.

One by one
their gaze shifts
just a little.

Who's that youngster
in the corner
with the hat?


Scrutiny
 Oct 2012 E
Rachel Brainard
Enough
 Oct 2012 E
Rachel Brainard
Sunrise to sunset
and beyond
working
longing
yearning
never attaining the simple goal
I just want to be
**enough
 Oct 2012 E
TDN
A Change in Seasons
 Oct 2012 E
TDN
A 1988 Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera
A mixtape
Valentines Day

A tuxedo
A seafoam green dress
Prom night

A starlit road
A taste of your lips
Spring

A weeping embrace
A slamming door
Summer

An empty bedroom
A bottle of gin
Autumn

A silent girl
A disturbed boy
Winter

"I don't love you like I did yesterday"
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