Sharing with The Sunday Muse #190 , hosted this week by Carrie. Keaton was great in that show—the one with wings— Where he was constantly a [man]child on a ledge dreaming an angel who became a superhero. She was a sarcastic (fake?) angel—it was the 80s— But always good, on time, her lessons easy, Easy as it would have been for him to fall. The metaphor so obvious...but I didn't get it. Nor the easy and obvious good. (/s) I watch the TV movie every other December Remembering believing in easy And crushing on this character, that city... Angels should be sweet, sarcastic figures, knowing (like nurses and social workers) we prefer Sleeping on the ledge, reckless to call for "heroes." To clear up any confusion: there is no Michael Keaton movie we watch every holiday season. Although, if there were...I'd probably watch it. -- Chrissa
Twit? You? Not a chance, the poetry you shared proves otherwise.
ReplyDeleteYou ain't no twit
ReplyDeleteNever heard you giggle
Sun sets on frogs
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Et tu, Chrissa?
ReplyDeleteDespite the risk of Shay scorning me forever, I have to say I enjoy the occasional *well-written* haiku, which this is. It's excellent. Sadly, the form is probably the most abused one out there. But no twit could have written this one.
ReplyDeleteYour lines are evocative and bring much to think on in such a few words. Also, you are as far from being a twit as I am from winning a marathon or a beauty pageant. You are one of the most brilliant poets I know my friend! Never forget it!!!! <3
ReplyDeleteI'm convinced you don't qualify for twitdom!
ReplyDeleteI hear the thunder of hoof and see the shifting earth. This is very very evocative. Bravo.
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Much💜love
This is excellent.
ReplyDeleteNo twit, you. I love this!
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