An Angel

Just a random writers block breaker.

Alone again, she sits out under the stars.

 

She wonders why her mind wont quit runnin.

 

Drained of all energy, the time comes, she collapses only

 

to awaken at the sound of pure beauty.

 

Opening her eyes she gazes into an endless sea of blue.

 

Strong breezes carry the smell of pure happiness, while the

 

contours of her body are held by soft stone.

 

Mesmerized by wondrous senses, she knows this Angel

 

shall always be her guardian.

-Cassiopia Summers 4-30-11-

 

Author's Note

Sorry for my absence, Hopefully with school ending in a couple weeks, I can get back into writing everyday. Thanks all.

Reviews

[K.C. Zbryk]

You crafted a very well painted image with this poem. The choice of descriptive language in this is brilliant.

[Ryzo]

That was a very cool poem, thumbs up lady. :-)

[zendikar]

wow very nice! i don't know that i have smelled pure happiness before but now i want to!

[Andrew Wright]

I can definitely empathize with this poem. This poem evokes many feelings at once, and I commend your use of language to give it life. A beautiful read.

[Matthew Kult]

Lovely read.


Matthew

[White Ink]

Very beautiful!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

That is absolutely uplifting and beautifully serene... how nice it is to see you back in writing action.

[Dream Weaver]

Welcome back and nicely done young lady :)