The Water Priest

The Water Priest

A Poem by Perdition

I may not climb these trees again

 their tolerance seeming shy

 

I may not call to the wilderness seed

as the wilderness calls to me

 

Or love the cities as once I did

my youth now brushed in gray

 

And all of this is fine I know

finer than my need

 

But for you, I'll swim the river’s jaw, 

And let the sand eat the spirit from my toes

 

For I know when we try 

All before will seem whole and new again

© 2018 Perdition


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The Water Priest ....it makes me full with thirst! Love the somber quiet of this piece that is screaming at me from way up there!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Thanks Queenie, Every now and then i have to climb back to the somber lines just to let the abstract.. read more
Gypsy Warrior Queen

5 Years Ago

I just thought maybe you were 1,000,000,000years old this year and feeling nostalgic :) loved it!
Perdition

5 Years Ago

Billion and one actually and the imagination of a child never grows nostalgic of desire. That be the.. read more
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You let your hardwork become an admiring piece...
Keeping aside what happened with a condolence to you all by yourself is just a great humour.... "As I know that when we try..All before seems whole and new again".... prodigious truth penned....
Em, can this be related with your life or maybe not...my novice like question!
Thanks for sharing this Joseph :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Hey you!! let's see, well I draw the form from what best suits my mood and the content from what ke.. read more
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5 Years Ago

Haha...well you're right, am living nearby a river not so far...and there's sand too!
A cartl.. read more

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