Foggy Wednesday

There was a time I may have considered it

a time when the sound of it draped like Spanish moss

when everything appeared benevolent

when the broken seams in her gown touched me like a warm familiar breeze.

I remember her name was difficult, even now the sound of it comes and goes, the strange pain of calico that she wore, claiming she couldn’t feel it anymore, it was too much, too much a part of her.

There was a time I may have considered it. Hell, a time when even you would have thought it possible but now, Now is a broken world, a flame that crawls over open water and all the gods are fast asleep. Even you would walk away, even you would seek the chamber if you could find some peace in the silence where who could say you’re not alive and the haze of melting faces belong to a place far off from this bitter gallery. 

There was a time when her footprints lead me back into life, a time when even you would have considered this home, but this world is a world on fire and

home no longer exists.

 

Reviews

[lightsong]

I was born on a rainy Wednesday so first the title draw me, and I see this was posted on April 2020 so to me it makes all the sense, it was the beginning of the end. unfortunately sometimes it's too late to fix things, more unfortunate when it's not something was/to be in your control. the acceptance will take some time and after that You will become someone else. there is so much in this one but You know I learned a good lesson to stop at one point. let me say here that the speaker knows so well that it's never his fault if he came late, he was doing a higher purpose somewhere, and though he tried the best he could, but someone decided to not wait any longer, to give up, if in moving on or death, a home that once felt safe no longer is safe... specially when the whole world is falling apart, it's like nothing matter any more. I hear and feel here your muse, her voice and her presence, she is sad, she is angry, she is wounded, she is fading... all this cruelness and madness that is going on on this earth weight so much on her. she wants to still inspire You, take you back to your warm haven, but right now it can not be. as usual something interesting to read.

[Alisa Js]

This one sounds like brokenness of spirit... actually more like brokenness of hope... it is written somewhere that hope deferred makes the heart sick.

Such a sad one here, but then again, it's only from my perspective... and I have been known to less than accurate on an occasion or two...

lol

Take care, you!

[Perdition]

Probably a woman...lol. Foggy indeed are some mornings and where did you come from? Someone must have started writing again..;) thank you A.

[Alisa Js]

I only saw this now.. will try to write something...

Wish me success

[Perdition]

Just went to number one but no big deal...lol.

[Alisa Js]

hehehe

sure... NO BIG DEAL

lol

catch up soon

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Pliny the Elder said, "Home is where the heart is." Jesus said, "Where a man's treasure is, there will be his heart also." If we take the two at face value our home is simply in that which we treasure most. They say there's no future, living in the past but the heart wants what the heart wants...now or yesterday. Tomorrow is promised to none. Perhaps love transcends all matter, space and time and this thing we call reality is only one of many in the grander scheme of things. I'm a bit too simple for all that. Not that I choose to settle for any home that doesn't have my heart but in that I choose to devote my whole heart to this present home in hopes of building the future I wish. I enjoyed the read.

[Perdition]

Could not have said it any better myself...Thanks Fabian..to me home is a little white round ball in flight heading towards the green ...how long it takes me. well who knows or cares so long as I enjoy the walk and the company..Smiles!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I tried playing golf once. I never could quite get the "swing" of it. I know if I hit to the left, it's a hook and to the right it's a slice. And if it goes straight...well, for me, that's a miracle. (laughing)

[¿]

Somewhere in this world someone's home stands. And when she lost her way back to home, found that the world on fire burnt all the recognisable signs.
Pardon me but see the ozone layer getting thick again, sky getting bluer without smog and for the people suffering, we can help!
Now I remember about your home and journeys, the melting fog on your car windows.
You never left me un-stunned with your scribblings, am grateful! Thanks for this Joe☆☆

[Perdition]

Well I never said this was a bad thing...creating a home out of nothing is one of the greatest experiences in life...sometimes a simple word or smile or destruction of your idea of home can be the greatest home of all...Why even you might think it possible.;) haha thank you for the stars Tahsin Z.

[poetgurl]

I can feel this write, I love the ending of it. Sometimes I wonder if this world will ever go back to what it used to be, I doubt it. Nicely written and said

[Perdition]

In a wishful way I hope this world doesn't return ..I see souls awake and stirring in their own lives and hurting...they're being forced to look deeper into a wider scope...not all of course but quite a few. Thanks Ang-X.

[poetgurl]

I just wish things were as simple that is all. I am glad people are opening their eyes. Something should wake them up. It was just easier back in the good old days. People DO NEED waking up. Awesome write

[Perdition]

My first car was a '66 Mustang ...I feel your pain..mine too got wrecked. Wonderful wonderful car. And yep..things were easier but then again it's all about the journey isn't it? I'll hope with ya..thanks.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think i have sequestered my heart way before this isolation was invoked...
they say home is where the heart is.
i don't know if mine is comfortable where it is, or where i am.
but there are still those footprints, many of them...leading towards and leading away.
Powerful write, Perdition...your pen is on fire, as always.
j.

[Perdition]

Yeah...life has that unique way of souring the taste buds doesn't it...I think the silence of the woods or the mountains and the moment of not knowing right before that old train whistle blows keeps me from that ledge but damn if this experience isn't showing some wild colors of a lot of folk...now i know I the real home is inside but for the most part just give me a good stream and a border collie and I'll be happy but even then I know someday I'm going to walk into some strange art gallery or a country diner and some woman is going to say that one thing that is going to ruin the rest of my life... hope you have the same misfortune ...Thanks J. AS AlWAYS.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Every year I come here on this day thinking I am going to find some kind of somber prose written by a gentle lion( you know with a splinter in his toe or something) and I come here to find a cold hard beast of a poem. The kind that makes me look out of my mystery... pointing its finger at me...grumbling something about how I do not listen and I still tick like a racing train. OK! I'm out in nature now...going to smell the flowers and put down my blow torch.

[Perdition]

A world on fire and you're holding a blowtorch? Kinda redundant of you isn't it Q...lol. Hey..just heard the words and wrote the inner madness..whatever more you see lies in you lap not mine..See ya Little ""train off the tracks"..:) Thanks!!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

It's just what happens when your born on tax day...something/someone is always trying to collect! LMBO!

[Perdition]

Suit ya well as you are quite taxing .hahaaha...So I missed your birthday..well I suck! But then again you missed mine too.. ;)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

You didnt miss it...you always post right around it and I was here in Aug. shaking off that cripple...if I recall right?

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

and I was born taxing :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Happy Birthday, Queenie....Born taxing?
You are far from that, but too funny.

[Perdition]

Now let's not jump to any conclusions J..I've known this particular poet for a long, long time..lol. Well then glad I didn't miss it and of course...many more Queenie.

[barleygirl]

You've written my heart in ways that I didn't even know were begging to be written! Here in the wilderness, I feel the tug back to civilization sometimes, but whenever I go back to take a taste, it's the same bitter aftertaste that drove me away & I swear I'm never going backwards to slurp leftovers again. Now the world is sequestered & I feel like the only one who's free becuz I've been deliciously sequestered for the last 10 years & so I've grown to understand & synthesize it. This is a killer piece of provocative writing! Blasted me off on a tangent! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

Well it's no moon prayer but I'll take it Margie..lol. I also know what it is to be sequestered and withdrawn no doubt..a beautiful world. Wild to watch all the sleeping souls waking up from their lives and realizing ...how, what ,where and when did I get here? Mostly the rise of new and extended families as most seem to waking up to what its important and making sure all are taking care and okay...well best as can be. Thanks poet!!