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guardian angels
by Peter HumphreysI never believed
in guardian angels,
at least,
that was
until we met,
one day,
by chance.
That moment of release:
separate worlds,
parallel lives,
converging,
on
Killgalligan Strand.
Together,
we walked the dunes of Rinroe,
the westerly wind
blowing patterns of sand
on to the sea borne hills,
billowing
your hair
homewards,
as Eridanus.
What does separation matter?
When
word by word,
stone on stone,
a bridge is built
of such worth,
of such
inestimable value,
that now
we feel
on guard
no longer.
Suddenly,
as if from nowhere,
a skylark
exploded in song
above our heads
each note
cascading down
upon our lives
as rivers run.
09/23/2005 Author's Note: My good friend, Gregory O'Neill, gave me the idea when he made a beautiful recording of his poem, Aria of the Wind. Thank you, Greg.
You can hear my reading by clicking on 'Download' in the top left corner. Good Luck!
http://s21.quicksharing.com/v/6041899/guardian_angels.mp3.html
Posted on 09/23/2005
Copyright © 2025 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/08/05 at 03:42 AM I could feel excitment building as I read towards final stanza. Excellent writing. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 04/21/06 at 01:38 PM Your description of the natural elements, that are such a huge part of Ireland, are flawless here! Simply lovely! |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 06/24/06 at 08:53 AM captivating read |
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