Through You

Through You

A Poem by Perdition

I touch the world 

reaching through depth and door

my mind spirals with all that hides this time of year

sleeping in dreams while the owl curves our flight

 

while the hour holds its century to follow me past the shallows

past the notes and marks that litter my sill where I’ve slowed these hills into wanting  

past the blankets and petals 

or the blades that gather in soft scented faces

thundering to rain 

sweeping their race and gatherings into life

 

I've seen this world through you

growing with words beneath my ribs where you cradle the sound we've created

the sound eternity presses into its own poetics 

back into the mystic hands where only you belong, back into

the failing and unyielded life marked by the traces of our loss


to say that I wish this moment out loud has set a home inside my throat

a touch of punctures day from day throughout the slight

brave as that that dares the fire 

that burns the morning 'neath its lace...


I touch the world through you and I begin to understand

the wonder for every living thing.





© 2019 Perdition



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beneath my ribs

a fire burns

the liver of life greatly earns

a wonderful pome as this

grate wurk!

(SMILES )

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Perdition

1 Month Ago

" the liver of life"..like that..was it a typo or a pun..doesn't matter, making all the sense right .. read more
I rarely say this, but here I find many of words, thoughts, feelings which are so much the same as mine that make me say it, "I wish I wrote this with my own style."

You revealed a lot of Your inner hidden depths here, and the result was one of Your finest writes and a favorite for me too.



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Perdition

1 Month Ago

Thank you Light...purging is most definitely one of the poets roughest experiences but also one of t.. read more
Light

1 Month Ago

I got this feeling that You are not doing so well, but one day soon You will be all well. Take good .. read more
In my observation, there are people who go forth & experience life firsthand & then there are people who watch other people take in the scene, which influences how life unfolds for that person. Your poem reminds me of how it feels to be one who experiences life by watching another person & being empathetic as to what the other person is going thru, good or bad (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


Perdition

1 Month Ago

* poem....
barleygirl

1 Month Ago

Since your poem is so lyrically romantic, I didn't want to tell you that I experience life by watchi.. read more
Perdition

1 Month Ago

Spoken like a true alpha female !!..lol. I like it!
This work is a sweet, sometimes sad, symphony of soaring notes P. Your lines powerfully traverse the phases, the nuances, of love between kindred souls-one night-flying to touch the other. “Growing with words beneath my where you cradle the sound we’ve created”- beautiful, intense, the creation of a sound of transcendent love. This poem is radiant my friend.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Perdition

1 Month Ago

Hey stranger!! Thank you so much for your kind words!! YOU are quite unmatched in your quality of r.. read more
Annette Pisano-Higley

1 Month Ago

I do! Thank you for your kind words P. & hope the day brings you wonders!:))
Perdition

1 Month Ago

I think it just did and you too!!
I think it's you...creeping through in my night...gently rousing me ...with that ~ pssssst , your missing life!

Posted 1 Month Ago


Perdition

1 Month Ago

Never was much of a creeper,,,,now if the wine is all gone and the door off its hinges then yep.I .w.. read more

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