What Comes From The Best Of It

What Comes From The Best Of It

A Poem by Perdition

I imagine Kay Ryan in a black café

Hands pouring onto a blank page

She holds a cup of 

gracious mirage 


She is thinking

In self-deemed reward

She is thinking


Her table bends to a strange

amalgamation

The extent in selfless refrain

She slips into momentary 

frame...

Late hour boxcars and whistle 

jabbers sing the muscle of

Her sleep and the whistle tune makes a favorite of 

the midnight engineer

The bustling scurry soon crawls into her nights

best steam


Mojave shadows curtain the well of stall

Her memory refines a lust from a long ago

invisible trust

And startles her tiny frame


Kay Ryan slips into the inches of water and brew

Her siege like virga falls

She is straddled in lust

 

Fists of riot-beat cargo smash against 

the café glass

Her cup of tin regard ignites

Her worrisome hands shake and

The hour of table bends 

The least of legs struggle to stand in  

dismal room as

her pages begin to fill

 

I think of Kay Ryan

A woman in a black café

The cubes of clouds that hover in  

primeval ghost

ink shell


She stands in white cloth

A scarf knit from the days redemption

A look of redemption portrayed in her dress

Gathering pages

She boards the flight at noon


The café slows

Ogles to a warped stage

The clock hands now fogged

Tables tower in the room


I imagine the air in graced 

As the café  in repair 

once again

begins to stir 

© 2016 Perdition


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She is a vision brought forth in loveliness and awe, wandering throughout time and space, amazingly so as only one as talented as you can do, a true wordsmith, through and through.

Heads bowed, hands held high...clapping echoes with the wind song at midnight.

Very well done, you!

Alisa🎉

Posted 8 Years Ago


Alisa Js

8 Years Ago

Love and prefer your poetry and words better by far!

She is good, but doesn't comp.. read more
Perdition

8 Years Ago

Well now you've gone too far~
Alisa Js

8 Years Ago

Oh, have I????? Lol. 😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄
A delicious feast of image and syntax, with a hint of ghost pepper. I adore such an intelligent and challenging meal, thank you.
I am looking forward to reading a lot more of your writing.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Perdition

8 Years Ago

"Ghost Pepper"...my favorite condiment! Well, guess I better get back to writing..Thanks for the kic.. read more
You my friend are master of imagination...as a reader I was there sitting on next table with Kay Ryan! Bravo...

Posted 8 Years Ago


Perdition

8 Years Ago

Hey stranger..Thanks!
A. Amos

8 Years Ago

You're most welcome my friend.

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