A Poem by Perdition

I rarely see it

standing instead 

in an alternate field

settling, like a drum after death has cleared

or a branch of river rushing toward a mountain’s voice



I'll sight the insistence

wander off

build my landscapes

into wilderness,


you are as near as the white shade that flees from the dark lit candle


separate as the day from daylight

climbing the apple of roads 

favoring warmth as predictable as our disease

faces unclear and uncomfortable-


your voice inside my soul rising


until you find your scar

no cure can drown its water,

I speak instead

in silence, in beauty will you know

a beating pulse that spreads in no particular direction

swirls out to wings 

and reaches down to the spirit, 

hurling out in our inner nova


crossing from miles as the camera clicks its aperture

slowly, as days fall into another

a single cup wielding our imagination


no god overflows from these droplets 

no mortality grows from conclusion

just a comfort, a simple need

a willing puff of angel exiting from

the mind

one moment


then the next against the other


crawl down into your sadness 

leave this sanity 

run to your pace as it

melts over shade and time

shares one vibrant flame from want

then ripples out onto a summer's breeze

until again reaching a winter’s night

only then understanding

as the sun’s light 


© 2019 Perdition

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"build my landscapes
into wilderness" this line says it all, and one that I relate to
on so many levels.

I understand all of this poem as if I were saying it.

Fabulous, just fabulous!

Bravo, Poet!

Posted 2 Months Ago


2 Months Ago

Just a hammer some street justice really and viola..Wilderness~Oh and a copy of Naked Lunch Again Co.. read more

2 Months Ago

I met him at a reading in S.F. in the early eighties; I believe that he was eyeing my girlfriend. An.. read more
WOW! Love your last two stanza's, very powerful and well said. You are very talented

Posted 3 Months Ago


3 Months Ago

Once again appreciated. Thank you and looking forward to reading your poetry as well.
I have taken your advice here....the sounds in nature are the only ones that have existed....the flowers hum, the waters weep, the dirt crackles. Serenity eases soul. Masterful Joe!

Posted 4 Months Ago

There's an indelible force to your words. They carry a weight - like the inevitable lump that gets stuck in one's throat when things are hard to say. You always showcase the most evocative works, Joseph. Good to see you!

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

A rare and true pleasure to have such talent in reviews as yours...the quality befitting the nature .. read more
Wow! That was deep to me. Inspiring talented

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4 Months Ago

Thank you...much appreciated and aw shux as A pleasure to read your review and thank you.. read more
Once again, I'm stymied as to how to comment on your overall message, except to say that I love your writing & often read your postings multiple times, to see if I can grasp more of what your message is about. But sometimes, I just end up finding favorite lines or passages, such as:
"no god overflows from these droplets
no mortality grows from conclusion
just a comfort, a simple need
a willing puff of angel exiting from the mind
one moment permanent then the next against the other"
. . . and so much more! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

Well most people just respond by saying, " what the hell is wrong with you?" but your way is just a.. read more
...and in that moment of time, you realize you always knew.

Such a beautiful song from the innermost part of the soul, my friend. Tender notes of angel's wings, we can hear if we only listen.

I trust all is well with you in your part of the universe.

Wishing you everything amazing, as always...

Alisa ;-)

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

I do? Thanks A. Sending you the same ;)
her light disappeared to us 35 years ago...but i still see her in sunsets and sunrises...and it hurts...i see the flames in my imagination engulfing her...and yet she would most calmly accept them...and never seek vengeance, just exude the love she always did.
thoughts of her hurt often, but also bring comfort...your poem does both for me here.
thank you for it.
love the two lines of the scar and the

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

That IS indeed the perfect place to look...sunrise for me mostly but sunset brings the divisional ra.. read more

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Added on June 22, 2019
Last Updated on June 22, 2019



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