Faces In The Well

Faces In The Well

A Poem by Perdition

Here, I have walled myself 

a simple life, marked and flogged 

a fool

 

All the scars bearing gently,

gentle as the carvings I have flinched,

as gentle wears a simpler face than fear


as one who dared to wear these faces left to follow

it is senseless not to reach to my common grave again

reflections being all that has placed on the days timeless offering

 

so many faces there are still to wear

with gifts betrayed as life has done before

and thus I must proclaim:

 

my hands turned bone will raise the sun from under heaven's grave; my heart taken for its will, will crawl to tear the names they have torn with fate before and wanting much from truth,  the truth ignored


My flesh no longer offerings for the breeze

as willingly I gift my wings for higher nests that follow

for simple  lives inspired and flogged from kindness 


tried and marked as a poor man's fool

and proud to be one life in many 

that died to wear it

© 2018 Perdition


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From one poor fool to another, fine writing. Stay proud, friend

Posted 2 Months Ago


Perdition

2 Months Ago

"Proud to be a part of this number!" ..lol. Morrison. But something tells me you knew that.
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John Sullivan

2 Months Ago

I toast you with my coffee cup, good sir
On its face, I don't understand your message in this poem, but your words conjured up a parallel narrative in my mind as I was reading, as if your words describe the place where I've come to in my life, after hardships & lessons, not seeing this journey as a piling on of misery (as some do), but rather as a more & more organic exercise of one's own truth, as life goes on (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Yep..the abstract nature of my poetry is not so easily rolled over..I use to explain that I write mu.. read more
barleygirl

5 Years Ago

Back when my old brain could do cartwheels, I used to be full of analytical observations, as in your.. read more
Your poems have an inevitable feel to it... As if death is looming around... As if life and death is inevitable and so are the truths and other experiences in life. When I read your poems I get an actual "perdition", inevitable sense, which reminds me its the ultimate truth or something like that...

Keep writing.. We get to experience a piece of the writer from the writes.. As it always does.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Shweta

5 Years Ago

That's exactly what a poet is.. It's as simple as you said it. Whenever you group us as "poets" I do.. read more
Perdition

5 Years Ago

Thank GOD!! Another believer in what it is to be so foolish as to have the passion of poetry and let.. read more
Shweta

5 Years Ago

Of course. Let it, when the time comes...! Have a great night..
So many faces there left to wear with gifts betrayed as life has done before,,,,makes me feel like there is a deep hurt within, the many faces we have to wear, but which is actually our true face.... I know this feeling of having to hide the pain and out on a mask...you did a great job here.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

What? You Hide?..lol. Well there is hiding and than there is HIDING..the mask is a given and plays a.. read more
Oh how nice! Being a poor man isn't to be ashamed of! As you put here you died proud to be one! The thing is not whether about how much money we have; but how much we got out of life! Don't live for the money, live for each day. Enjoy each moment! Nicely written perdition!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Oh you mean this salsa...lifts your jar and begins gulping and there is nothing more scarier on this.. read more
LazerRays

5 Years Ago

oops you must have drank the other salsa... i mean left not right. my bad....
yep hahaha! th.. read more
Perdition

5 Years Ago

Son of a ,,,,!! DETAILS!!!
I don't think that you are ever worried that I will not return or make noise, for I have reaped here for so long now, learning silence, looking for patience, .....now, where did I put that rascal? so many faces there are still left to wear...gifts...Thank you!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Oh you'll make some noise..but what a noise it renders. Your ripples are tsunamis and NO! I said "ri.. read more
Gypsy Warrior Queen

5 Years Ago

clang clang bang bang...
I am waiting for all the fiddle faddle and then I will be back :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

But..You are the "fiddle faddle" and no threatening the help..come on. :) I'll be here wise one..but.. read more
Gypsy Warrior Queen

5 Years Ago

Actually you were very loud writing this and I could hear you the whole time I slept. Makes for an e.. read more
didn't I tell You? write a book already lol, honestly we can speak for hours about this one.

each one of us on this earth wonder about their existences, the purpose of their lives, some seek to be noticed, some seek to be something big, but those faces "whom" are playing their roles silently and patiently behind the scenes, simple to some, but they are humble yet full with pride, seeking no fame, and only gifting the world the true essence of humanity, those unknown and unnoticed faces who didn't ignore the truth, but only trying to convey it to the others in their own ways, those are the ones who have the most beautiful of Souls.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

That they truly are...you are, once again a wonderful and brilliant delight and as for the book goes.. read more
lightsong

5 Years Ago

I too appreciate Your friendship a lot, I feel as if we've known each others long enough, and thus I.. read more
This poem is a powerful, graphic, affirmation of the struggle to live- to draw breath- each day. It grips and shatters and lifts us in living words that flow like an organic, torrential storm from the poet’s deepest soul. Vivid imagery bleeds and holds us captor in soaring metaphors of life, death and resurrection. This is as real and true as it gets. Magnificent write.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Maybe...but not with only three lines..lol. Yours was truly a wonderful write Annette and so glad to.. read more
Annette Pisano-Higley

5 Years Ago

Friends 4-Ever I say! And we have wonderful friends in common like Light- yay!:)))
Perdition

5 Years Ago

Oh it's like that now is it"..Well I had no idea you were writing an epos.."crying my eyes emoji" lo.. read more
The simplicity of being a human being on earth. The trials and tribulations of life and death. This humble exceptional poem. Demonstrates such beauty and articulate flare. Of just being grateful for life.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

I love it when someone just gets it...lol. Such beautiful words and yes..the simplicity and yet not .. read more
Onlyme

5 Years Ago

my pleasure sweetheart. Dawn.

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Added on November 27, 2018
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