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her glorious sadness
shone out for all to see

pain and misery
worn as a cloak of pride
for victim she wouldst not be
never broken,  she remained free

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there is obviously  a strong influence from the song  “Angel” in both poems;
all of  the prompts came together into a second poem as well ~

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too long
she allowed fear to control her

misery and pain
her only memories

how could she value this life
that tortured her so?

the power to change
was within her
if  she but had the courage
to accept the beautiful release

when she heard the music of  the angels
she let go of  all the sorrow
and found peace and joy at last

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a beautiful version of  “Angel”  with Sarah and Pink singing in lovely harmony ~


“Angel”   Sarah McLachlan and Pink

the lyrics to this song are at the end of  the post

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artwork ~ “Golden Angel”  Teodor Axentowicz
{ public domain }

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in the first poem,  i was actually thinking of  the girls and women around the world who are subjected to atrocities but do not let those experiences break them.  one such would be this girl from Darfur

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this is my submission to ~

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What Do YOU Value   at    POETRY JAM
prompt:   Write about value or values


thank you,  Mary!

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Poetics:  The Beautiful Sadness    at   dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:    Write about a sad situation that was also, at the same time, strangely beautiful


thank you,  Stuart!

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Poetry Pantry – #110     at     Poets United
submit a new or old poem


thank you,  Mary!

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Open Link Monday    at    imaginary garden with real toads
submit a new or old poem

thank you,  Kerry!

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Theme Thursday 9 August 2012      at     Theme Thursday
prompt:   Recollections


thank you,   Mrsupole!

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i am also participating in ~

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NaBloPoMoSoup

 

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“Angel”   Sarah McLachlan and Pink

lyrics ~

  • Songwriters:  Sarah Mclachlan

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction
Oh, beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

In  the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you  find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack

It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings  me to my knees

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear

You are  pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

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50 responses to “∙ϰ∙∙₰∙∙∙ glorious sadness ∙∙∙₰∙∙ϰ∙

  1. I am commenting on your second poem. You’ve made some good points in this poem. Sometimes it IS hard for a person to VALUE something when they are in pain (physically or mentally) and one has a hard time remembering a time when one was pain free. Even if one knows there is possibly a way to lessen the pain, sometimes it feels just tooooooo hard. Thoughts very well expressed here, Dani!

  2. margaretbednar

    pain and misery
    worn as a cloak of pride

    Makes me think of Holocaust survivors. They don’t forget the horror, they live with it, many share with us so we don’t ever forget (the DC museum is so very moving). I don’t think they were at as pride, but they are a great example of not being ashamed, of being STRONG.

    • that’s much the same as i was thinking when writing it ~ though specifically of the girls and women around the world who are subjected to horrific atrocities but carry on, with dignity and strength. not pride so much as dignity in their survival. thank you for your insightful comment, Margaret. that was exactly what i was trying to convey! ♥

  3. i can think of nothing else that makes us more motionless than fear…good to be brave and refuse to let it control our actions..

  4. if she but had the courage…that is the hinge point for me…between the two of these there is a choice one makes when they get out of bed in the morning…how they will approach it because we all have those pains….nice…really like the first, but they play well together…

  5. That’s just one of the best songs ever, isn’t it? I like your poems, too, especially the first one.

  6. I really like that first one!

  7. poemsofhateandhope

    I think that first poem gives such good narrative to the picture you posted with it….the angels sadness of expression, but her unwillingness to relent or give in as shown through her continuing to play music…..such a lot in so few words- much enjoyed- thank you for sharing!

    • thank you for such an amazing prompt! i think i could have written another two or three or dozen poems. thank you for the prompt and for your kind comment, Stuart. ♥

  8. How often I have let fear control me (both in actions and thought). Awesome job Dani.

  9. dulcinaandgnome

    Nice to meet you, Dani.
    You have created a beautiful place full of musical words and songs.
    Music, that magic universal language, – and sports – the brotherhood in Olympics is an example – can save our world from wars and injustice.
    Thanks for sharing this “Angel” I didn’t know and your touching poem.
    We learn more from pain than from joy and makes us stronger.
    Buddha said, “pain is inevitable but suffering is optional.”
    Jesus said, “take your cross and follow me.”
    Lots of happy courage!
    :)

  10. Two very powerful poems here, Dani! That first poem just grabs me…sometimes we find people who are just wrapped in that sadness and have no clue how to rescue them, but I suppose rescue is not really our role in the situation. Lots to ponder with these two for sure. :)

  11. Lovely picture…I do like the take on being free from miseries and fear ~

    Great to see you Dani ~

  12. it is in the letting go that I usually find peace and joy also. lovely poetry.

  13. Valuable and beautiful tributes. Thanks for sharing!

  14. It must take a great amount of inner strength to handle what is done to some of these women in their country in the name of religion and honor. And I guess that women anywhere can be abused. I do think that each time it happens that it does kill just a little of one’s soul, so unless the female escapes before it is all gone then that is why we can look at someone and see there is nothing there. I do not know if she can ever get her life back but we must never give up and always have hope. The men who do this to those who are powerless to stop them are the biggest cowards in the world. Some hide behind their religion others just hide behind their front door.

    I really do understand about wanting the release from the pain by going with the angels, but then does that mean the abuser is left to abuse others. So, so very sad that we have very publicized cases of abusive men killing the female and the male gets away with it. We can only pray it will someday end.

    Thanks for sharing this with this weeks recollections Theme Thursday.

    God bless.

  15. Glorious sadness………*love*………!

  16. What a rich feast it is in here – the images, the topic, and your words……all very rich and flowing. I especially love the little girl from Darfur, and what you wrote about girls who dont let their experiences break them.

  17. what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger…a poem for abused women…

  18. Hi Dani, this entire entry is gorgeous with its pictures and poems and song and lyrics all working together–and I am moved by both poems. I liked the first image because I felt it was the angel wearing the cloak, as in the one who stands by knows what you’re going through. And I Have read way too many of the stories over the years not to be heartbroken that we can not seem to stop it yet. Your second poem is more complex writing and reading. And I do not know if it is this poem alone or in combination with the music, but it made me sad to think that her only release would be in death–which is when the angels would carry her away isn’t it? So despite the beautiful tune, I am crushed by that level of pain and abuse and what it takes to survive it or not to survive it.

  19. shewritesherenow

    In a way we both thought in a similar way about the prompt… children!

    I LOVE this version of Arms of the Angels, never heard the duet before.

  20. My heart cringe when faced with stories of abused women. it’s no justification. Women ought to be adored not otherwise!

    Hank

  21. Sometimes we wear the misery we’ve gone through in life pridefully, because we survived and do not allow it to taint us. Thus we are free! Beautfiul!

  22. peggygoetz

    I enjoyed these Dani though I am late commenting here. So much pain in the world.

  23. Enjoyed. I liked the first one ……

  24. Angels are indeed all around us. And we are sometimes those angels to others… First the girl from Darfur, truly an unbroken angel, bruised but not destroyed. That kind of strength, one can only hope for. The second, the angel encountered and welcomed into one’s life, is so real to me. And that duet, even more gorgeous with Pink’s voice in there. Thanks for a generous helping of angels! Love, Amy, and here in another angel:
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/08/13/broken-angel-sun-scribs-dverse-first-half-for-bloomings/

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