angels, sometimes

angels, sometimes

A Poem by Emily B
"

still nervous, no excuses

"

The angel of the Lord

sent me a message

the other day.

 

     Call your true love

     and learn ESP.

 

But willful child that I am

 

I politely declined

 

for one reason and another.

 

 

Who am I to follow direction

without question?

© 2011 Emily B


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Is there room for growth here? Yes. Does it require any apology as it stands? Not one bit. (Think of this as a "Donald Rumsfeld review" to this point). This could have been angry in tone, and it would have hit the ground with a thud. As is, it's winsome, almost playful (the notion of one of the Lord's angels beseeching you to "learn ESP" is borderline comic), which is (in my view, anyway) the perfect note to strike here.

Posted 14 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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come to think of it, four years later, He was right . . . in a roundabout way

Posted 10 Years Ago


Absolutely loved this, great work this made me smile.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Next time She tells you what to do, if she ever does, call me. My ESP is getting taxed next year.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LOL! Being able to read your true love's mind would scare the bejesus out of me!! Very well done Emily. It is always a pleasure to read you work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Call me and let me know when you and your true love can read one another's minds if you are still speaking to one another. Inquiring minds and all that... (laughing) (((hug)))

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This made me chuckle. Lovely work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That's right no excuses. You don't have to make excuses for this. This is a beautifully concise and ethereal piece of writing. You're a real poet and have nothing to be ashamed of with this. Well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Like the way the first verse leads to the ironical... learn ESP.A clever and witty poem.the kind of poetry that always makes it worthwhile to look at your work.
I`m a fan.Great.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LOL...Witty. Even if we get the message in front of our faces...we still don't believe it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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