Velvet Lines

Velvet Lines

A Poem by Perdition

Her face melted into the

beige backdrop

 Her fingers

frail as the crumbling room

  Slowed as her intentions

cringed madly over the marble glaze

chanting a feverish mandala


I could hear her distance

absent and running down the ninth floor steel obituaries

She was no longer in her own skin

The skill of jaunt had long since tumbled off

like dominoes

       down the stairwell

     down the wet floor she layered...then

in through the hallway,

Wheels and memories squeaking

The abyss growing louder with

  shame 

as the words plucked from my side

 

Everything about it

was in perfect alignment

In proper isolation

My shades howled with the filth of a pleasant light

  magazines muddled up to their corners

I was everywhere my mind abhorred

though I could take no less


We were falling into contentment

Without warning 

my name pierced the walls and

she began walking long and

 steady

   past the cruelty, past the rain, past time and

 up into the lovely slopes hard with dementia 

deepening so that now the forces of 

   the minefield were free to explore her thoughts


© 2019 Perdition



Author's Note

Perdition
wip

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This is why I haven't been successful in pursuing a longterm relationship in my 62 years of life. The first stages of exploration can be so tumultuous, that feeling of being tumbled about thru a maze of explorations & realizations . . . that's the complicated tumble (as described so well, the way you speak in imagery thru first 3 stanzas) that causes me to eventually bolt & run scared. I never get to the ending of your poem, when things calm down a bit & the discoveries feel less monumental. I can achieve contentment as a loner, but not as half of a couple (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


There are moments that become hours when, merely understanding something, refuses to lure words to embrace it. And so the search goes on and on and on.. Time eating into the endeavour (for want of better) as if nothing else matters or - crazily, matters more! An obsessive lost cause? Perhaps. My meagre attempt to understand is
insipid in light of the way you phrase. In places an almost over-elaborate call, in others a sliding into the dolrums. As always, both vigil and exultation!

Posted 2 Months Ago


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emmajoy

2 Months Ago

Originals are the alpacas with rounded shoulders who somehow - only somehow, manage to survive, P. O.. read more
Perdition

2 Months Ago

"ViVA LA ONLY SOMEHOW(S)" Strange how I only just now read or got this and yet it is the theme of my.. read more
Very deep, I enjoy the imagry. You are good with words, ans I must say you impress me from what I've seen on here so far

Posted 2 Months Ago


Perdition

2 Months Ago

Appreciate that and thank you so much for stopping by and for the kind words.
P. You are an amazing sentient being. “I could hear her distance”- by sound and intuition, yes. Your imagery etched on the soul- “My shades howled with the filth of a pleasant light”- beautiful paradox, sensual juxtaposition. You see her, hear her, feel her in a criss-cross of charged, explosive synapses...you rise and fall with her from the pinnacle to the abyss, dementia that will never deserve a capital letter. This work is a literary superlative.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Annette Pisano-Higley

2 Months Ago

OMG, I blush. If you think that about me, then I must be doing something right. Yes, the phantom mus.. read more
Perdition

2 Months Ago

Well of course you are doing something right and for the rest..well just not my nature to accept the.. read more
Annette Pisano-Higley

2 Months Ago

Deal!🤝👍🏼
Oh, and I'll take this as a WIP...wanna she if she turns into a pumpkin at midnight :P

Posted 2 Months Ago


Perdition

2 Months Ago

Wip..."Wondering If Pumpkin"...okay...gotcha;)
what is contentment really...that nerve block at 130...coffee at 5am...those thoughts that wake you in the night,,,when you've been running down corridors....playing in a madman's dreams?

Posted 2 Months Ago


The Walking Queen

2 Months Ago

keeps you on your toes and off that arm ...dont it?
Perdition

2 Months Ago

Without a question and the world so easily spins me through when you pull your tricky kind words so .. read more
The Walking Queen

2 Months Ago

pfft don't ya:)
YOu take that back my wheels dont squeak! I really dont like when you call me demented...it hurts my crazy :)

Posted 2 Months Ago


The Walking Queen

2 Months Ago

wait! you wear shoes? Um deal breaker! Lights out for you! How am I suppose to run over your toes wi.. read more
Perdition

2 Months Ago

Now exactly what shammy do you know that would ever curse the earth with such a separation as wearin.. read more
The Walking Queen

2 Months Ago

I know...they are hounding me...you should be wearing shoes...somehow it smothers my senses.lol

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Added on January 9, 2019
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Perdition

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