The Horn Dorsal Gray

The Horn Dorsal Gray

A Poem by Perdition

Holding back

abiding my intentions to abide

a lover lies beside with words like a cool taste of sand

you complement my infectious nature with empty landscape

chewing up the old pathway to furniture

every "now" is only a scratch on some last goodbye

a scar on our jiggered chin dragging into the old century

trying to remember the last remorseful ode

 

even the rose stands in a shattered glass confused

even the earth with its broken plea wants its destined wobble

 

an anthill-war we never intended

we never can concede these miseries

digging in deeper than our own confusion or state

the beetle thoughts drowning in their thimble of spit


what we believe comes back to haunt our resurrection

 

but

none of it such as gray

none of it such as your dead father’s eyes will ever reach these shores

 

we fade and drift into posterior butterflies

so long as hell from heaven knocks

so long as the mind dresses up with the morning lamp

and makes holy a mad man of the front door

the neighbors caught in the sparks from the words left out last night

 

so long as the floor swings open and oddity is still inside your mind

there are waters more promising

a fresh ballet and nuance

every wave slowing its path to touch each molecule

here and there is still a good uncertainty

 

so long as the paper man lives

so long as the old Zenith dies anchored from the attic

and the day rolls up to your feet

 

so long as we feel it sincerely

lapping with good earth

then there is still a chance and

who but the butcher knows our sadness

each step answering to another charm


© 2018 Perdition



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I've read this twice now & I can't figure out the overall meaning, but there are some very good passages that I enjoyed the second time around. I love the opening where you juxtapose these similar words: abiding, abide, besides. I love that you use the correct "complement" . . . and I love how you repeat the first couple words, to begin various clusters of lines . . . "so long as . . ." and my favorite line: "so long as the floor swings open and oddity is still inside your mind" makes me think of being openminded & open to things in life (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Day Ago


Perdition

1 Day Ago

And I love that you got that line..we may see it a million different ways but as long as we are open.. read more
barleygirl

1 Day Ago

I have spent my life trying to learn to be more open to all things . . .
Perdition

1 Day Ago

Not yet you have..lol ;)
so are You blaming the "Gray Dorsal Horn" for receiving these glorious feelings and let You then overwhelmed with their certain ecstasy? I don't think so. there is a certain ecstasy flowing in Your words.

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Light

1 Day Ago

SHAMAN ROCKS yaaaaa!!! and Den Mother rocks too! You are calling me strange names lol
Perdition

1 Day Ago

Annnnd You're Welcome!!..;p..Okay off to rest the hand for a few';,,Happy Monday Ending!
Light

1 Day Ago

and Thank YOU! now rest well, and Happy Happy Monday's Ending💞
that crackling white noise ...stay tuned...

Posted 1 Month Ago


Perdition

1 Month Ago

Okay? But there better be commercials.
Here I thought upon first read that it was about longer than a lifetime of togetherness. Through all that life brings ...even death,but it is that unexpected isn't it? Those things you are unprepared for and how the fear wells them up from the backbone and into the consciousness through you. Whirling and swirling around you in leaves of a hurricane...making chaotic nature, finding peace in the blindness hysterics...a final resting with love, without love, in love, outta love....through life or the pursuit of living.. even without it all.

Posted 1 Month Ago


yes, may be my mind is small comparing to Yours to understand it fully sometimes. rebirth... revival... there is always a chance as long as we have a breath. I believe Your mind has its own language, his own sarcasm to express the deep despair and deep pain hiding behind it, wandering in life and the existence, a watcher he is, seeing and painting what he sees freely without thinking too much about the results, and here You left me with the taste of Placebo coming to my mind... (I'm in the basement, You're in the sky, drop on by... drop on by...) from English Summer Rain song.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Perdition

1 Month Ago

Probably the extra cheese aspect..lol. And absolutely Wonder Woman..If I am Googled and thought as p.. read more
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Light

1 Month Ago

hhhaaa I knew it would be such a fun to have a "date" with You LOL then I understand first, if I did.. read more

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Added on December 22, 2018
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