With Only A Whisper

With Only A Whisper

A Poem by Perdition

From these forbiddings I have walked my last mile

painfully slow

a vanishing of line from blurred assumptions beneath the brow

and the specter that fades at dusk

and perhaps a glimpse, briefly- with only

then just merely a word

a moment met conversation

asleep beneath the woods, asleep within the

cell of cemetery, or cornered eye where you will reach your hand out towards mine, my

sadness, my knife, my reason

and forgive my intrusions within time

as I have forgiven yours

for the two of us were bound to meet in this clay world again

bound to greet in the resting graves dug ‘neath winter’s night 

where our betrayals are fast asleep

and the only life is our own decision 

frost rising from the lip

buried with only a whisper

© 2018 Perdition


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I feel sorrow and I can picture out a melancholic heart in this piece. We meet people who can either build us or destroy us. But the thing is, it's only you who can make yourself happy and lift you up again.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Words can make us come alive and can kill us.
"and the only life is our own decision
frost rising from the lip
buried with only a whisper"
The above lines. True and honest places we shall know. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Months Ago


Perdition

10 Months Ago

They can indeed and a worthy killing or life it should be as we are going to get there anyway. Those.. read more
Coyote Poetry

8 Months Ago

You are right. Nothing is easy and you are welcome my friend.
for the two of us were bound to meet in this clay world again
bound to greet in the resting graves dug ‘neath winter’s night
where our betrayals are fast asleep
and the only life is our own decision
frost rising from the lip
buried with only a whisper

If only we could meet life and death this way every time...it mighta become a true love story....but alas...it's always fire or ice or both...Sticks and stones can break my bones....but it's always words that break my heart..even buried in a whisper.

Posted 10 Months Ago


Perdition

10 Months Ago

Let's just pretend for a second...there is no goal There is no stick..no stone other than Now...meet.. read more
Perdition

10 Months Ago

But I guess I'm sorta saying what you just did ..lol. Thanks Q.

We are born and we die, forever ending circle of life. This is what your poem makes me think, how ones passes and another is born. Continuation of evolution and mankind. Bittersweet sorrow as the end comes. And celebration and joyous of new. Could also mean self-birth, awakening, spiritually, mentally. As you metaphorically died and come back refreshed and renewed.

Posted 10 Months Ago


Perdition

10 Months Ago

By George...I think you hooked it...no fair using the super powers though..lol. Thank you..yes it is.. read more
Dawn

10 Months Ago

glad you like it. made my day too.
Funny that for the last few days the word (whisper) has been rolling in my head trying to write itself into a poem.

"for me" in this one it seems You were under a lot of injustice through your life, been hurt by some of Your dear ones, not one time, but again and again, You choose to be solitary, and a wound buried deep, seems to bleed from time to another, Your words are sincere and profound, run deep into Your private inner, and through them I sensed the process of creativity too, where You took Your self into Your own created wonderland, a strong feeling of isolation was flowing, the ending is amazing for me.

a peaceful and calm evening I wish for You there ~

Posted 10 Months Ago


Perdition

10 Months Ago

Hmmm? I suppose I do at times. Very insightful...I was writing a letter to life/self and for those t.. read more

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