A Confession

A Confession

A Poem by Perdition

Dare I tell you?  There is never but one true course.

My answers float in riddles, your questions pool as rain. It’s the reverie we can’t extract…the hand of some old time religion on the back of our necks. We sew as we are torn and tossed, woolen blankets on the cold side of the sun, but I think back and I know we had to happen. These invisible threads entwine just as threads tear and pull on such long spools of road..

 

Dare I speak it…the past slides where we’ve left it, It will expire. And just maybe, maybe we’ll remember these words, you’ll  weave your name upon my lips before the last light dims. I’m not sure where you begin and I end nor where you came from, Not sure at all, but the journey to you is long and I am walking. Every step releases another scar as I stop and retract what I can remember…is it where we started or where you are?

© 2020 Perdition


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The Universe’s strings that connect two spirits, two souls together in a continental tug and pull. The past in the past but the strings keep pulling two beings together.

I have felt this sort of sentiment and it is hard to verbalize and piece together

Posted 3 Years Ago


to Your first line, I totally agree, no matter how many side-roads we enter, there is only but one track and all lead for it, like life and death.

"I know we had to happen" this I understand, we had to born and live didn't we? and sometimes we meet someone or be in something knowing it will not last forever and knowing we will face pain, still we walk through this experience because it just have to be, the most hardship is letting go of a loved one, of that love, one might get stuck in the past, looking back, while the other partener moved on, still somehow there is a kind of invitation to a renewal? anyway, all in all in Your poem, I see life itself, all our experiences, our ultimate fate to born, walk through it and die. all of us have these three themes there is no exceptions of this formal no matter how different our roads are. now dare I tell You? I need to be careful with my reviews to You lol

always You have such a rich and vivid imagination and way of expressing.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Perdition

3 Years Ago

One of my favorites...this one I like to read very, very slow. Trying to figure the path that slips .. read more
lightsong

3 Years Ago

I believe I understand why this one is a favourite to You, it's like You are confessing to "You", Yo.. read more
The imagery is exquisite, as is the emotion. Confusion mixed with longing, and the feeling of the ground shifting under your feet. A very nice poem.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Perdition

3 Years Ago

And perhaps a few revelations in the shifting as well. The experience of pushing and pulling in the .. read more
I dare say, this reads to be both figuratively and literal, bother dark and light; nonetheless both lay with me like the feeling of fresh air and sunshine do. At first I read this as a journey of oneself, but a second read left me longing for a symbolic gesture of finding your real true love amongst the currents.

This piece spoke to me, and I must thank you for yet another captivating read.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Perdition

3 Years Ago

Dare I say it...wonderful to see you here again ambur..the better words are always a slow journey an.. read more
I'm reading this as a journey from the person I am (possibly broken & missing pieces from life's BS) & the person I long to be, should I be able to catch up to my missing parts & get them incorporated again. We often spend our lives immersed in work or family or other obligations, so we limp along the best we can. It's not until later, after we can slow down & detach from the noise a bit, that we have time & bandwidth to ponder life's journey & reclaim what feels like the "real me" who gets buried along the way (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


Perdition

3 Years Ago

You always read the poems so wonderfully well Margie..the meaning you give it so very close to mine,.. read more
my threads are a jumble to move properly it seems I have to pull this one to get to that place and invariably lose one in the motion so I have to grab it and affix it to another place and hope it still has the same meaning and destination or root and of course they get tangled and i pull one and three others get excited and the result of the motion get undefined from its true source so the tangle gets more confusing but I have to move I cant just sit here I have to move but in motions I lose things so my motions tho clumsy become so calculated... well as best I can anyway but I am sure if i pull one of these strings I will get to where I was but which one was it

Posted 4 Years Ago


Perdition

4 Years Ago

The green one..For the love of all things big and small, whatever you do, don't pull the red one or .. read more
Robert Trakofler

4 Years Ago

Sorry I'm a bit twisted up in strings at the moment LOL
Perdition

4 Years Ago

Haha..Fair enough! Enjoy the tapestry with triads!
i saw this both as a prayer and a love poem.
"is it where we started or where you are?"
and in this turbulent time, we mostly have memories of those we used to see face to face. and love face to face and touch face to face.
and now life and death are unsolved riddles...pooling in the rain.
there are invisible threads to keep us all together...will they hold?
i imagine we will find out...
strong write as always from you...
always enjoy pondering your writes.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Perdition

4 Years Ago

Always the scholar Mr.J...still considering that white whale from the other day..lol. As always appr.. read more
Very lovely write here, I enjoyed this. Kinda of intriguing as well

Posted 4 Years Ago


Perdition

4 Years Ago

Thank you Ang-X.

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