The Willing

On the porch she sat, wilting her smiles and balancing on the ominous plate of words she had left so quietly behind, so well maintained, so well the many years before. I fumbled through my own awkward memories and thought hard over this coming wall, though now freed of its need. I thought, while the night grew old around us and the moon tumbled high over our last summering days into the pause. What would become of these next several hours? Who would open those temporary doors so tightly shut and well the arms arranged like darkness around the stars...who would be the first to begin, where so very few are ever willing?

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I'm guessing it's not you...cause I don't hear the screaming of that guitar....maybe I don't cry for anyone these days or maybe for everyone...ive become quite clueless ....i could be sitting straight across the table...and not even know your name...who will be the first indeed..to say the things that should be said...

[Perdition]

Thanks Queenie..always a treat to have you poetic out the reviews..who indeed?

[Alisa Js]

Happy Labor Day greetings from across the very large divide...

... hopefully we'll still be around as long as a certain unnamed (fill in the blank) doesn't actually shoot off a hydrogen missile our way...

...you never know...

All the best laid plans could be gone before the next breath!

The longer I live on this earth, the more I realize...that it's really the journey that holds our treasures near, those moments frozen in time forever more...

late night calls...

laughing till dawn...

crazy ...

crazy for and about each other...

all frozen in time...that space between the gatherings..

Wishing you well.

Alisa

[Perdition]

Sounds like you have memories here Hawaii, Smiles and thanks as always~

[Alisa Js]

You are very welcome.

I trust all is well.

Alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

Never trust..lol. All is all.
Hugs!

[Alisa Js]

Thanks, I needed that!!!

;-)

[Priscilla Sayers]

Thoughts that rise in all of Us as we stumble through this Life. As always eloquently express Hawk.
I miss you. Just trying to find my way back, my way out, my way period. But my Love is always sent to you across the miles

[Perdition]

Not a single smile slips by without a smile returned..Thanks Canvas, "miles from nowhere, guess I'll take my time..to reach there" Cat Stevens. Hugs~

[Priscilla Sayers]

Hugs to you Hawk. One day I'll find a way to shrink the miles and become a good Squaw

[emmajoy]

First picking up, 'On the porch she sat.. ' and then, '... so well the many years before.' I wonder if perhaps they are separated by death, by intention, or mysticism. Was one dead, the other alive; both dead but in different places? Perhaps i'm bewildering myself now, seeing things that aren't really there! There's darkness for sure.. 'darkness around the stars' - Need read again...

[Perdition]

Now if any mind could dive into this porch and over top the walled idea of a word and a plate and a poem of the willing, it would indeed be yours before mine. Thanks Emma and so happy to see you here again around my simple table. Smiles~

[pia]

loved this write..... the words were beautifully penned down bringing in a feeling of deep emotions. great stuff

[Perdition]

Thank you pia. A pleasure to have your input this morning~

[Tracey~]

This is an amazing write... very deep with fear and or anticipation as to who will be the first to begin..xo

[Perdition]

Any guesses? Thank you Tracey,not only for the visit but for your kind review as well as the depth in your insight
~ xo

[Tracey~]

Herself? Maybe...Maybe not..lol

[Perdition]

Hahaha..Nice one. But be she one of the Willing?

[Tracey~]

No she struggles with it..

[Perdition]

But at the end don't we all as few are willing? Why is that? Why does the redemption lie in the parting of the legs in your poem. It is ALL she wants. or is it if you read between the eruptions? Interesting style you penned to say the least.

[Tracey~]

No...not in the parting of the legs as you say..but the want and need for a love that once existed. Love is the core base to it all. The other is optional...

[Perdition]

The willing is a point of question posed by Camus ..the ultimate question as to why we should not just kill ourselves put in the face of reality. Existential and the will to live according to the higher cause...to take your life as your own along with the responsibility. To let go of God and be willing to be responsible as well as alone. This love that once existed...it seems to run parallel if Love is the core base and without it what are we? A bag of bones and something that must face truth in a rational reasonable notion of perception. The other is not optional if we desire and we all Desire..so sayeth Buddha..lol. A wonderful exchange...Thanks again.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is movingly beautiful. I particularly liked the lines "so well arranged like darkness around the stars". Very warm and sensitive thoughts.

[Perdition]

Thank you so much, very kind review and appreciate, as always, the visit and read~

[Fabian G. Franklin]

And you are quite welcome. I'm always looking for new and interesting things to read. Just finished reading Richard Wilbur's works.

[Perdition]

Always enjoy reading the American Laureates as well, I'll have to check out his work so thanks for the hook up.