Satellite

My castles, cry their prayers

Tumbling, aged and scarred

 

Crawling elms and porta-bellas

nearby

 

Delicate rosettes, blushed

Turned up to other worlds in lucid conversation

 

Philosophy inside their hands

Leaves me bantering

 

Bantering

 

To be a fool again

To tremble, crawl and know

 

Touching meteors, as they brush on by

 

Wave and whisper

Just as one

 

Let them see this God that grows inside 

You and I

 

Same reckless stone

Same riverbed

Yet not too soon to wake the water’s ebb

 But too soon to know

 

To sake the apple

Where we bit and fell from stars

 

Where you will find my candlelight 

Wavering,

In satellite oblivion

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

this is rather odd for even me...but the "days of our lives" intro started playing in my head...WTH? are you watching soap operas secretly again?

[Perdition]

Uhhhhhhhh.....no? But i am flossing with hand puppets. Gotta keep that edge sharpened or else. ;)read moreUhhhhhhhh.....no? But i am flossing with hand puppets. Gotta keep that edge sharpened or else. ;)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

hand puppets huh? gotta try that...i just keep breaking my teeth on nuts...and I mean the fall from the tree kind...figgy pudding out...there is some sunshine I need to enjoy :) Happy Friday P !

[Perdition]

Enjoy and Happy Friday...and thanks for the light hearted banter. Hope ya feel better ;)

[Crowley]

The bantering part "to be a fool again, to tremble, crawl and know". What a great line and an oh so familiar feeling. As a writer I feel that all the time. I feel the rub of religion and the It and many other takes on the spirit and the identification in this one. Could be way off but, but it made me feel like Divinci on his knees asking for forgiveness and a glass of water, truth being he was just thirsty...lol. Sorry didn't mean to laugh at my own not so good joke.

[Perdition]

I got it an pretty good thanks!..sorry for the delay as its been a Fourth of July crazy week around here but always appreciated Mr. Crowley.

[Alisa Js]

Hello to you from across the way,

I love this one...

I love the imagery and feelings that flash across my soul as I read through...

Such a profilic writer you are!!!

One day, I hope to be as well.

Wishing you everything amazing...

Always,

Alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

"A work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line. And art itself may be defined as a single-minded attempt to render the highest kind of justice to the visible universe, by bringing to light the truth, manifold and one, underlying its every aspect." Joseph Conrad. Following in the footprints and daring to see the ones that are not there.."be bold.." as Goethe so put it and thanks fellow poet.

[Alisa Js]

You are very welcome, fellow... fellow poet...
lol