Many of you know that I, in addition to writing, also paint and draw. I have not shared much of my art lately so I thought I would share these latest creations of mine. Hope you like them!
Tag Archives: Angels
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Flightless
Have you ever felt like this? I certainly have! Especially during the pandemic!
Angels can’t love
I walk into the shop I’ve been to many times before.
But now I am someone else.
I see them in there.
Those who come from the past.
They look different.
They see me.
Eyes opening wide.
They see me.
They see that I am beautiful.
More beautiful than before.
They walk over to me.
They want to be close to me.
Arms reaching for me.
That is when I see him.
Something passes between us.
A movement.
But he is not the one to protect me
when the war comes.
When the machine guns come.
Someone else steps in front of me.
I wait for death.
But it doesn’t come.
I see him again.
He is kneeling down.
Someone points a gun at me.
I start crying.
Wings slowly grow
from his shoulder blades.
The soldiers smile and nod their heads.
“Finally,” they say.
“That is what it took.”
They lay down their guns.
I am still crying.
I am safe.
But I am not loved.
Angels can’t love humans.
Not the way we need to be loved.
Exclusively. Exceptionally.
As though we were the only one
needing to be loved
by them.
*This is actually a dream I had while sleeping.
Like a tear in the sky
The sun stretches
like a tear
In the sky
Full of blue-green ocean
Biting at the clouds
Looking like angels
Without skin
Replacing the air
With their pilling
Breaths.
Angelic Sunspot
This beautiful sun-angel appeared on my kitchen wall in the sunrise a morning a couple of days ago. It was only there for a few of seconds, but it made my day!
A soundless Day
Angels dance behind closed eyes
before sunrise,
The memory of music spilling
from their light.
The bravery of darkness transitions
into audacity
when clouds open to let in
the possibility of
a soundless day
to refuge in.
Nothing can do you harm
Search for the look in your soul’s hidden eyes
and let the spirit take you into its arms.
If you exist parallelly in this realm,
nothing can do you harm.
Love will pierce the sky once more
I’m on my way inside
the voyage in your eyes.
Wounded by the strength of your doors,
but love will pierce the sky once more.
Flightless Angels
We are all flightless angels made to live out our lives on the ground.
Many of us spend a lifetime searching for our wings,
not quite comprehending how else to satisfy our inherent instinct
for ascension.
