Last Monarch

Last Monarch

A Poem by Perdition

I heard it

almost silently


almost a droplet when first I heard the hour and glass

that sense that comes after others have faded

that moment when fear has ruined their souls


But not hers

 

I heard the slip in stars

the last monarch with wings spread over 

orange tilting over the daydreams of my last intent


eyes of occasion

swaying like dancers in the open impossibilities


anything

something


knowing more than she believes

knowing in someplace she intends


or maybe just knowing

 

I heard the hour and glass

after everything was gone 


I heard my own voice knowing in silence

knowing that she’ll whisper my name again

and I’ll whisper hers to end what she's never known

the whisper I dared to intend all along

© 2019 Perdition


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I like the way you take nature, the butterfly and use it as allegory to take the reader through a tale of love that hangs unsaid until courage is sought out.

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49 Years Ago

she is never gone in your thoughts...the whisper of her in your ears will be infinite...
great division of lines here.
the last stanza blows me away..."and I'll whisper hers to end what she's never known"

wow...i wish i had written that line.
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


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49 Years Ago

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49 Years Ago

I pinning this into my library...I will return with thoughts once I have fully immersed from my cocoon :)

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49 Years Ago

There are flickers of romance that dance throughout this piece, like a moth to a flame. I was told once that butterflies are messengers of God, lilting down to earth in the presence of someone dear. Your work is compelling to read, with a tendency to stick to the soul.

Posted 2 Months Ago


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49 Years Ago

' .. that sense that comes after others have faded .. that moment when fear has ruined their souls.. '

There's something about butterflies.. Their fragility deceives yet, their wings flutter tirelessly against glass only to continue their journey when others have failed long, long before. And inevitably will.

Posted 2 Months Ago


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49 Years Ago

How sensitive is that? way deep into the very soul? images which are beyond than images, for those who know and feel what these words are, a far away Love, maybe unrequited but in my opinion and how I read it, the bond is too tight in the spirits to be unrequited, I see it was fate or/and life which played their parts there, and yes, You should have and "dared" to whisper, now that her spirit is dancing in the air and You can feel each trace You are conferred again, that some time, some day, You two will be dancing together again, even when death has separated You, one thing caught my attention, I got that feeling that You seem to understand her endless capabilities more than she did to herself, and more assured in a belief that lives inside You, honestly I found a lot of my self here, of course including the photo :) superb my friend superb...

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Perdition

Sometimes, VA



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