I used to see a little angel
Sitting under a tree
Playing with flowers
Running after butterflies.
Months passed away
I did not see her
Then one sad evening
I saw her shadow again.
It was her, or was it?
Where was that angel?
The playful, innocent one?
Who always loved and played?
I saw a sad woman
Who has lost her wings,
And along with that
Every thing I loved.
“You don’t know? Do you?”
A friend queried me.
“A prince fell in love with her.
But was too wary of her nature.”
“He thought she laughed too much,
He thought she was too naïve
Too playful and childish
Too innocent to be queen.”
“So he twisted and tainted her
Till she became like now
Then he got fed up with her
And married someone new.”
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A totally sad poem with complete and clear image. Nice Poem Trish…Your imaginative abilities are worth praising each time your works are read. Cheers!
thanks emmanuel. you are a wonderful human being. a compliment from an extremely talented poet like you means a lot to me. thanks.
Sad, but an outstanding poem. I love reading your poems sweetie. You have a special talent.
thanks a lot viola. its your affection that sees the beauty in them.
Hey Trisha,
Sad but the feeling is very touching
thanks a lot satyakam.
cool,
you always amaze me with fresh themes and novel take on words…
thanks a lot jingle. 🙂
thanks a lot. 🙂
trish u are such a professional artist, I adore your work and coming here makes my day, this was superb xx
“professional” is the term applicable to your marvellous works, i think i just write out of passion and feelings from heart. very frankly i dont want to be professional 🙂
Once she was full of life and fun
Enjoying every step in being one
Flying around on fluttered wings
To make her Soul dance and heart sing
But she got tainted by an evil prince
And has not flown around ever since
enjoy as well Golden Lotus of God’s Love(+) 🙂
soulbro*xo
dearest soulbro,
this is absolutely divine. just loved it. you painted her pain so perfectly.
lots of love.
ugh…darn prince…ruining beauty…
poking fun at a dead angel? cruel boy!
a shadow, huh?
she’s pretty malleable, now that i think of it.
sad but good imagery. 😀
-kyogakura
thanks a lot kyoichi. you did not left your url?
well written – unfortunately the fairy tale endings don’t happen as often as we’d like
thats why i love to read and write fairy tales. 🙂
Resurgence.
Can a person reach a point where this does not happen?
when an innocent heart is shattered it cant be repaired- if its lucky wisdom sprouts out of it and if it is unlucky then sadness- it can be prevented if we stop trying to change others and remember our limits.
I believe a heart can be repaired, perhaps not remolded to what it was before.
repaired- not brought back to its original beauty. 🙂 i too agree to that point.
loved this, think we were both thinking similar things this week..cheers Pete
in that case i am going to read your poem trying to find out your reactions when you are thinking like me 🙂
clear image and intent, so sad. Beautiful job in conveyance as always.
thanks a lot suzi. web problems (esp in wordpress) is keeping me offline most of the time. hope i will be able to catch up soon.
a beautiful write… the ending is indeed real… for many would be able to relate with it…
brilliantly narrated…
this is how it often happens in real life. people try to play god, fail and run away.
Ouch! As a divorced woman that one hits home 🙂 I love how you start out as a fairytale and end up turning the dagger.
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🙂 you are yet another person who pointed this out to me. 🙂
Hiss loss. I believe that when it comes to that point, it is best to let go..as hard as it may be. 🙂
Very true. its his loss and hers too.
Very nice.
Thanks for sharing. I hope you will visit my sites:
Tim Keeton – A Writer’s Tale
and
The Undead Poets Society
Rhyme on!
Tim Keeton
(Undead)Poet / Wizard / Teller-of-tales
A Week 19 Perfect Poet Award Winner
I certainly will love to visit your blog.
Ouch! well said stealing and then killing the inner child spirit — sad but true….
Joanny
came by jingle today
you gave it the precise meaning.
let me know after you are done with your 12…
cheers!
😉
this week it will take time. 🙂
what a thought man……….omigo……….!!!!
thanks ansab.