View From The Northern Wall: Please

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Please

An angel touched me.
I did not know it then like
I know it today.
Today I am sure
an angel touched me down deep
in the great ocean
of my dream of you.
I know it now oh my love.
The angel's true heart
is too deep to reach
though I discipline my breath
and pop my ears as
you taught me so well.
I only want you, you know.
I know you know it.

‎January ‎23, ‎2014 6:05 AM

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HelenaJanuary 24, 2014 at 2:37 PM
They do say you can be touched by an angel in the most remarkable of ways...! Lovely write!
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

The View From The Northern Wall

Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.

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