Promised

At first it seems evident
All things will change

Clouds in their spindle of sky will scatter
Days in dark robes will melt from their harsh distance 
Colors from some strange unholy train
Will arrive and fade

Your triumphs wilting on the rails 
Bonded to a skin of rags
The doors 
Opened from this moment 
Too will eventually close

Your mind,
As if swimming in currents of optical sea
Will bear a sudden weight
A cognizance unfamiliar 
Hunger prevailing in a constant pang
Smiling
As it builds a shanty from your bones

The once friendly garden you tended 
In the Sundays of your youth 
Now swallowed by earth and heat

In your hands 
The dust of fruits
And old friends 
Crumpled

You have become the labor of ghost
A soldier pacing
In a forest of faith

Only beads now with their rattling chains
Will carve you out a softer bed 
And you lean into it like a junky

At first
It all seems evident

But in the end you cast your eye
Inward 
Reflecting
And it warps the waters deeper to life
You realize that there will be days to come 
Days when the winter will arrive 
Days that will steal your thoughts 
As well as your passion

And all that is promised 
All of the end
Are these years 
Eloquent in speared illusion

Author's Note

New wip

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

I noticed you were editing this yesterday, so I decided to stop by and give it a read. To no surprise, this really got to me, especially the lines:

"The once friendly garden you tended
In the Sundays of your youth
Now swallowed by earth and heat"

Your poetry is sublime.

[Deandra Dawn]

I love how descriptive you were and your word choices were very inspired. Love it.

[Perdition]

These are the wonderful moments that remind me why I chose to write out my poetry. Thank you so much for your kind words and if we have never met before (or perhaps we have) then please know that I am most grateful that you reached out to remind me of the many kind souls lurking in this writer's nest. I look forward to drinking in your inspiration as well…Many thanks~

[LouisianaBird]

As always your pieces touch me and make me proud to be a reader of yours. My favorite lines were ,"You have become the ghost /The soldier buried in a forest of faith" Reading that out loud is so powerful and colorful.

[Perdition]

Once again your thoughtful review has made me smile in spades. Hugs and gratitude for the wonderful sentiment and kindness~

[Tara]

I love this piece. So thought provoking and so well written. I love the repetition of the "it is all too evident"...it "bookends " the piece. lol. ties it up so nicely, like a philosophical gift bag. So much more to say, but at work and feeling the need to reread first. And I do miss you, silly man. Hope your summer is going well.

[charlie]

This reminds me of that line: 'the truth shall set you free'
Remarkable story telling here, P. A wealth and richness in detail, and with a wizards panoramic insight.
So good to see something new from you. The way you compose and put your lines together are true craftsmanship.
Thanks for sharing.

[Perdition]

It's a good line..Thanks Charlie!

[Alisa Js]

Hello from a very long way~

I wonder sometimes how much of what we thought was solid at one time in reality is nothing more than wishful thinking or delusions. And speaking of delusions, how much of what one becomes aware of when stricken with 'dementia' is real or imagined????? Could it be the one 'stricken with dementia' actually can see beyond the veil once covered by 'sanity?"

If that which we once thought of was solid, then how does it crumble?

Yet, there is that which was offered without any expectation and that is solid, over time and space.

When we were there in the springtime...everything was fresh, filled with the promise of forever. Now that we are heading into autumn and maybe even winter for those who perserve....does that promise live?

How much of what we believe is real? And how much is imagined?

I wonder...

...over here on this side of the deep, blue Pacific.

Sending you thoughts of everything amazing,

always~~~

alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

I really think you're over thinking this…lol. No, seriously thanks for the thoughts and as far as illusions go…well remember that if you believe it then it becomes your reality. A promise from me to you.

[Alisa Js]

I believe ;-)