Awake

Grass and Ocean

I awoke in a cold room, hunched on the floor beside a black and empty grate, the clock striking three, and the siren howling overhead.

C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce 
Waking from a winter’s dream
Who was speaking to me then?
Angels, bright, while demons slip
Me thoughts on which they hope I’ll trip,
Have guarded me again.

Linked to dVerse Poetics. Mish is hosting with the theme of quoting the last line of a book of our choice and writing a poem on it.

Tall Grass

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

37 thoughts on “Awake”

  5. Like Lincoln’s “angels of our better nature”, angels and spirit guides work overtime keeping us out of harm’s way.

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  8. I am grateful for my spirit guides and listening to my intuition has taken many years of practice. I so enjoy your photography it just takes me right there and I find myself in the tall grass.

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  9. kaykuala

    Who was speaking to me then?
    Angels, bright, while demons slip

    Bless be! One can see the light in the wake of an angel’s presence in one’s dreams. I believe so Frank!

    Hank

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  13. Apparitions Do Come in Life’s Darkest
    Winter Moments my Mother with All Her Despair
    early in her Marriage not sure if she would be able to
    make it was visited by a Bearded Man With Piercing Green
    Eyes surrounding the Room in Light with the Comfort that all
    would turn out fine..
    what a gift
    it made
    the difference to her..
    i wanted a visit like that too..
    but mine was different for when i fell
    deepest in Dark not having any idea if i would
    make it so vivid a waking Dream of a Fiery Red Headed
    Woman in a White Robe with Piercing Green eyes of Strength
    as that was what i needed then.. floating above me a once in a lifetime
    apparition a gift in deed
    both experiences..
    true i had the
    Potential
    for that
    connection too..
    i suppose i just got
    a Female Version of ‘Jesus’ instead..:)

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  17. I really like this.

    The placement of “slip” at the end of the line suggests two meanings upon a close reading of the poem:

    demons slipping you thoughts (on which they hope you’ll trip) +
    demons slipping on their own misguided deeds, as if the angels left behind a banana peel

    Thanks to the angels who are watching over you, it seems its the demons themselves who are tripping.

    Nice poem.

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  19. I am grateful for my spirit guides and listening to my intuition has taken many years of practice. I so enjoy your photography it just takes me right there and I find myself in the tall grass.

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