ARCHANGEL.

divine wrath in holy light

a latin tongue by Babel's rescue --

sic temper tyrannis!

she will fall by your sword

and i shall fall to your heel ;

your hand on my neck in every Eden.

and in your wrath comes peace of mind.

an idol not ; a gift understood.

a blessing that came by bated breath

and forlorn hope.

this angel, my angel

with sweet autumn eyes

to show me all of sin and redemption.

for you.

so find me in the chapel womb

on both my knees and hair tied up,

its here i find my prayer's embrace --

an archangel's song in the midsummer hotel.

Reviews

[Nightmist]

What a beautiful poem. I've read it a few times, but can't seem to decifer what it's about, but I think that might be what's making me keep coming back to it, rereadign it again and agian in hopes to understand more than just the beautiful words filled with what I can only feel as a sort of pain, a desperation.
"and in your wrath comes peace of mind" stands out for me, it summons up what this entire poem makes me feel. It feels so sweet, so loving and beautiful, but at the same time like a soft cry, a whisper of pain laced into the words.
It reads as a stunning mix between pain and hurting from before and the newfound safety, love and hope within the song.

Truly a stunning piece, I'd love to know more about it, about the message it is telling.

[Emunah June.]

Hello there! Welcome to my page!

I appreciate you taking the time to read this piece, as it is one I certainly enjoyed writing. Allow me to respond in full:

So this poem is about the love I have for my husband. He feels so much bigger than life sometimes, a love divine and enrapturing. He brings me to this place that doesnt feel idolized, but more like its a piece of a love that I know to be greater. He is, in every way, one of my largest sources of joy in life, and for that very reason I chose to liken him and his love to the holy world beyond. He is a blessing, a hand of Hashem, and the glimmer of the sword all in one. To be his wife is an honor among itself.

So I mean, I love the way you look at it! Which is why I love poetry so much. It can be interpreted in so so so many ways, so if you see it one way, then you are absolutely right, and I hope it makes you feel something good.

Thank you so much for reading!!

[Dennis Wolf]

Reminds me of this song
https://youtu.be/G90TJRl6sVk?feature=shared

Aside from that, I'd appreciate capitalization of "I"...
Not a grummar nazi, but I do try --to the best of my ability -- to follow it and expect from others at least as much.



All that said, I like this write, because there's clearly something deep at the root. An essence, which is what makes poetry what it is... I much prefer reading poets in my native tongue, but I do take in English poets.

[Emunah June.]

I appreciate you taking the time to read this!

So you are aware, often if you see multiple lowercase i's in my poems, it is by creative choice. I often like to give my poems soft, uncertain voices, that almost give a submissive type of tone. I do it on purpose, so I will warn you, you may see it in other pieces of mine! I do so hope thats not a complete turn off for you.

I appreciate that you enjoyed my write, and I hope you come back for more should you see fit.

[Dennis Wolf]

I see, then sorry about that part. Good work.

[FlatDaddy]

I am very tired now. I've been writing all day and night, either here or on my new story -- about 13 hours,I think. If I don't fall asleep at the keyboard, I may get in another two hours.

But I've read this piece three times now, and finding it hard to decipher. wrong word. understand. I keep thinking of Lucretia, and King Super Bus Ha! The road from Rome was paved with heartache and blood. I think my mind is muddied by those thoughts of you just married, and your hubby, which does not compute when juxtaposed with the first half of the poem. Then:
"this angel, my angel
"with sweet autumn eyes
"to show me all of sin and redemption." seems to whisper of him, only to be displaced by the last verse! Oh, I am so tired, I may give up tonight, but I want to at least take a peek at your other new poem.
Don't chide me too much
sick temper po et us
well, the brain is still working a little
FD