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Herman Finkers
My Guardian Angel
My Guardian Angel
No conversation is more refined
Than the one I have
With my guardian angel
About poetry
Poetry, you know
That seems to be
Most generously
Gifted by our Holy Spirit
For when talking about the beauty of the word
With your very own angel
You find yourself
- She sometimes calls me rascal: 'My little troublemaker' -
At the highest gate of heaven
That rolling rhythm
That spinning, grinding meter
Vibrating rhyme schemes
Those verses, those sounds, oh, oh, how delightful!
Yeah, arsis with thesis, they pair so freely!!
In a bubbling beauty of words!!!
But then my guardian angel says to me:
"Hey, don’t go off like that
Or you won’t be my little troublemaker anymore"
