One Winged Angel

I wrote a 4 line poem, turned it into a three-line poem, and then made a villanelle. Expect more content that started off from the same 4 lines. I really thought I aced them. So you'll see more soon.

Fragile like glass, not made to outlast

Just like you view me, the one winged angel

So see right through me in the moonlight

 

Hard steel pacts interact talking fast, of a contract that will ever pass

Virtue is a noose-like flower as delicate as the memories of a renegade

Fragile like glass, not made to outlast

 

A bond unbreakable, a friendship that lasts, unmistakable, a lie that crumbles under the rumble of a shaken world

Beyond the weak plastic wrap of past family, and severed bonds, deviously executed, painstakingly wrong, a love undone, a thread of fate unspun

So see right through me in the moonlight

 

I cannot fly again, I no longer comprehend weightlessness, faithfulness, sacred bliss

I am no angel, will be no saviour, forever savour the flavour of defeat and waver like a thin sheet of raw meat buried beneath six feet deep in purgatory, below the joy, the flourishing forests of sanity, your mute story cut down by humanity just like me

Fragile like glass, not made to outlast

 

There is no freedom, no joy to believe in, humankind, a toy, a meal for feeding, hope’s disappearing act will leave you feeling cracked, beaten

Just like you view me, the one winged angel, unable, frail, perched in my inescapable jail when man’s demons assail you’ll never prevail

So see through me in the moonlight

 

Under the weight of a white feather, we fall together, one and the same, disregarded, discarded in chains, never to regain a second dance with life’s ballet

For true words are a bird slain, music silenced, never to fly again, and the man falls off his throne, from the toss of a stone, from the visage of highest hope, the piano’s asylum of one last note, violence’s scope fires a bullet at the poet and bleeds our bodies of solace, your eyes watching, haunted, open

Fragile like glass, not made to outlast

So see right through me in the moonlight

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Jackie]

"Fragile like glass, not made to outlast
So look through me in the moonlight"

This was my favorite, and I truly feel like this truly sealed each stanza. Also with the way you were able to put so much detail with such complex words was truly amazing

[Chryiss]

Whenever I come across glass as being fragile in writing or theme, I always think that there is more still fragile than glass, and depending on its thickness, it can be strong, but even shattering, it's still somehow beautiful yet dangerous unlike if it were something else like metal bent or dented. In it's shattering, sharp but shining fragments are spread to the world like a piece of itself..are we made to give or retain? ...Then there is its quality of being transparent like honesty and purity, and yet it can also mar and obscure the images.. When I think in this way, glass is not all that bad to be. --This is what I came up with at the end of your poem.
In regards to your poem though, you had very lovely phrasing with some sharpness in words that contrasted well with the softer words and themes of angel, flower, friendship, faithfulness, moonlight, ballet, piano... Juxtapositions of words were artfully done~

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you, these shorter poems are new to me, but I'm glad you could feel and share in the emotions I tried to put in it. I'm always happy to hear when I've done well, just as much as I like to know when haven't. Thank you for your kind words, I like that your willing to share your insight with me!

[Kay]

I'm a fan of your word combinations. You thoughtfully craft unusually paired adjectives and nouns together, weaving them into unique descriptions - for example "the weak plastic wrap of past family" and "the piano’s asylum of one last note". The repetition of 'Fragile like glass, not made to outlast' is an excellent idea for emphasis in this poem. Love the title.

[Ghost writer]

I think the length is perfect actually and it seems to tie up nicely with the last repeated line.

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I liked the repeated use of this line... "Fragile like glass, not made to outlast"
I can relate the poem to myself in a way... May be the one winged angel.
As always I liked the poem... 😊
Lots of best wishes and Good Luck!

[wordman]

a one winged angel,aren't we all we fall together yet separate