Mandolin

Mandolin

A Poem by Perdition

Now that you play your mandolin

the air sways in violent season

 

I too have scars

grass stained graveyards

where my heart withers in dust

 

It’s not a place I prefer

to walk in delirium

nor to be this shattered glass

that no one can break

 

To be what I am stares off enough 

to be less seems an ocean on its knees

 

but I know the road back 

and what home from hell

awaits

 

so play out your mandolin 

let the old bullets pierce

if you aim willingly

then willing is the last gift I'll share...

© 2019 Perdition


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This is written in a powerful tone with a mix of anger, resignation and sadness. The oppening lines are sublime and are the door to your well written verse.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Perdition

3 Months Ago

Well it's been a long life..and thank you John~ Glad to have your input as always and absolutely no .. read more
John Alexander McFadyen

3 Months Ago

Good to read you again after all this time.
This is very powerful writing . . . I can see how Aurora's comment fits about this being a survivor's tale. Between the lines I sense the narrator saying: I may let you close again, but you won't hurt me again. "grass stained graveyards" is an amazingly brief phrase that paints a big scene . . . I see someone spending much time kneeling in grass. "shattered glass that no one can break" is a delicious contradiction (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Months Ago


Perdition

3 Months Ago

And not a breast to be found,,,lol. No, I adore the female anatomy and your poem as well so don't ge.. read more
This seems like a survivor's tale. I like it.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Perdition

4 Months Ago

Thank you Aurora...you're right, it is a survivor's tale. We are all granted them at some point or a.. read more
first, I must tell You that I stole Your photo, You know me and the Butterflies so thank You lol. This sounds so much for me like the tunes of the flute, the flute that is made from reeds, my father used to made it and play with it, the amount of sorrows that You can feel though these tunes is more than great, it grips Your heart and cut it slowly, bringing every emotion up and up, until suddenly Your tears may fall, I imagine and feel it here too, and I imagine an old man playing the Mandolin along his memories, the tunes and memories become one, You and Him become one in sadness, somewhere too in Your lines I sensed a soldier bringing his battle's memories with the melodies, well we all are Warriors in life aren't we?

Posted 4 Months Ago


Perdition

4 Months Ago

We all are Warriors in life? ..an interesting thought and of course thank you for the kind review bu.. read more
Light

4 Months Ago

You leave no room for me to speak, do YOU? lol I think that chet and chat like with such important s.. read more
Perdition

4 Months Ago

The problem therein lies that we don't always know about our masks..we wear them for a reason and ou.. read more
"and the mandolin wind, didn't change a thing" (rod stewart)

play your instrument, play me as that instrument...
old bullets like memories piercing the heart, the bullseye..

they knock us down, but sooner or later we wear that vest...
wistful write that touches deeply.
j.


Posted 4 Months Ago


Perdition

4 Months Ago

That song has been in my head all day...
Hoping to go at least one life around without the da.. read more

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Perdition
Perdition

Sometimes, VA



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