Lending The Tapestry

Lending The Tapestry

A Poem by Perdition

Have you seen the fool in his woolen bravado

the homeless man in his empty suit, empty smile and cigarettes

staring the night forward and

his winters in search for a meal

 

have you seen the stillness, the

silence, gold chimera and the girl in the camera's dress

knowing a quiet mind is something even the world cannot carry away

can’t hush without a lie, without some papered blush

 

day from day presents him the chance

a bed perhaps for nothing

a pillow into the tiny worms of others

day by day each fool falls into lips that can’t shine from even inside

can’t swim or hide the absence of healing

we open our eyes to the promising colors meant only for effect, meant only for the ineffectual 

a casual routine for the soul and

how well we hide from ourselves is astonishing

 

Have you seen the owl’s wing

 

staggering from a dream in the barn’s wicked loft

lifting with his steel harness

he sees more than the first leap into flight

more than the unsettled sounds in our afterlife ,

he is his last chance 

the last salt in sand and ocean air

such things in sight we will never hear

 

mistakes we can never undo

 

distance set in from memory

falling impotent

as fools forget,

from embryonic pretense, so ignorant and fresh

so in need to fail 

And to fall into something knowing nothing but a relief from pain


we need these times to be helpless

to recover from our lives

we need more time to be human

 

I forgot to feed the day its dues, and as I do

I forget the broken gods that forgot about me

lending them my tapestry, or a song I will lend to try though these arms are all so small

 

yet it is here I write the hours down from my night,

the ones you may never hear

the ones I release to the clouds

ready for the colors come morning

as always you are far too far away


© 2018 Perdition



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I really love this poem. Reading this makes me envy the way you are so observant of your own thought stream, without editing, you pull out one thought after another & put them raw on the page, without trying to make them mean something, but just laying them out to see what they might mean. Some poets think they are doing this, but it comes out sounding a little bit like lazy gibberish. When you do it, it sounds deliberate & without restraint at the same time. These might be some of the most brilliant lines to ever be thought up:
"we need these times to be helpless
to recover from our lives
we need more time to be human"
(((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Perdition

2 Weeks Ago

Well I usually take a running start..lol. Margie,Margie, Margie...you never cease to amaze me with y.. read more
I can relate to the imagery more than most will know. This is well put together. You have talents to explore beyond this venue. Just saying. Proud of you for this even though I don't know you. That takes a lot.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Perdition

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you and been there as well so I understand and appreciate the kindness. Good vibes sending you.. read more
Vague, vacuous voices chill the night to sharp-honed shards of black and white. I feel the bleakness and despair in your words- a solemn walk down death row alleys- ‘abandon all hope ye who enter here’...noir expression of a noir existence, or not. “He is his last chance..the last salt in sand and ocean air..such things in sight we will never hear.”-brilliant poetic nihilism. Chilling in the manner of Poe and Blake. An ascerbic, magnificent diatribe to the “broken gods that forgot”. ..lest they dare to remember.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Perdition

2 Weeks Ago

Thanks Annette..sorry for the delay but healing a paralyzed right arm and hand so only allowed so ma.. read more
Annette Pisano-Higley

2 Weeks Ago

OMG What happened to you my friend? I know how it is, i had shoulder replacement and couldn’t writ.. read more
Powerful and wise words shared my friend.
"I forgot to feed the day its dues, and as I do
I forget the broken gods that forgot about me
lending them my tapestry, or a song I will lend to try though these arms are all so small"
I love the above lines. Real and true. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Month Ago


Perdition

1 Month Ago

A wonderful review Coyote and as always, wonderful to hear your all too worthy insights and kind wor.. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

I enjoyed this poem and you are welcome my friend. Merry Christmas.
This is a splendid poem, the lines filled with vivid images and an intensity that reveals deep feeling. Still,it does not lend itself easily to interpretation. The overall sense I get is of one who has undergone disappointment, even defeat, and sees life from that vantage point. The homeless man and the owl are both symbols that appear to speak of dreams gone sour and the learning that has been salvaged from those experiences. These is also mention of the "broken gods," which could allude to values of youth that have yielded to painful alteration. The last verse seems to look toward the future and an indication that a special relationship is part of that future. Thus the mainly somber work ends on a positive note. Very good work.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Perdition

1 Month Ago

Yes..My abstract nature never does lend so easily to the reader but then again I feel there is a gre.. read more
Now I know why this is in top writing.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Perdition

1 Month Ago

It is?...Well how about that? Thanks for reading and for your kind words. Like the bleeding hand ima.. read more
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I read this few times already, and each time I said I will leave my review for later, sometimes You don't know what to say specially when a poem is personal (of course Your last verse just so deeply personally special, I love it) like this, all Your writes are like papers form Your diary, and Your rich way with expressions again let me think that this is more than a "poem" a book, we are speaking again about this :)

a world of lies, a world full of liars, when "fools" are the sane ones, and the real sane good-heart ones are the insane ones, and when we say "fools" we mean it as the ones whom are poor in their "minds" in their "hearts" in their "spirits", the world, nature is full with wonders, but who is watching them, and who is grasping them? YES

"we need these times to be helpless
to recover from our lives
we need more time to be human"

magnificent verse by the way, to be helpless, lost in our solitude, in the mysterious wonder of life, of nature, back to our roots, our humanistic essence to feel others, try to know what it means to be in their situation, to give love unselfishly, as You've taken the rule to be a "God' and gift Your tapestry, Your song, Your poems... in this hectic world, in Your still ongoing pain, You don't forget to do Your part in life, Your purpose, to "write"!.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Light

1 Month Ago

take it out!!?? I'm GRATEFUL that You didn't, this verse along the next one are totally magnificent,.. read more
Perdition

1 Month Ago

..lol..Thanks..and this one is done as I'm already torturing myself with four others that i have to .. read more
Light

1 Month Ago

I think if I didn't met You here, it would be then in some rock/metal band.

bleed, b.. read more
You say I am so far away and yet here I am again....pain is a charley horse coloring my sleeplessness purple with coffee and well....you know...

Posted 1 Month Ago


 Crippled Queen

1 Month Ago

Hey that was no fair! what did you put in my cocoa...i wanted to go out on the ice too! Ok ok so the.. read more
Perdition

1 Month Ago

No..Just wanted to see if you'd get up and get out on the ice..lol. I can see it, even the helicopte.. read more
 Crippled Queen

1 Month Ago

you are right about that! lol but you know you coulda borrowed Santa's sleigh and 8 tiny reindeer..... read more
This is amazing perdition.
Keep up writing 😊😊😊

Posted 1 Month Ago


Perdition

1 Month Ago

Well just try and stop me..lol. Thanks Rahul..you do the same...always a pleasure.
Rahul Bakolia

1 Month Ago

You're welcome perdition 😊😊😊😄
loved this well done. Ive been off site for 7 weeks, havent got any pojo lol
maybe reading yours will incline me to write again.hope so. take care loved it

Posted 1 Month Ago


Perdition

1 Month Ago

*Hey you......


Juliespenhere

1 Month Ago

i still have no pojo dont know why
7 weeks is a long time not to write a thing for me
.. read more
Perdition

1 Month Ago

So don't put so much pressure on yourself..don't let the words beat you up. Just pick up the pen and.. read more

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Perdition

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