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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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 2 Months Ago


Perdition

1 Month 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 (Bad Bunny)

1 Month Ago

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

1 Month 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 2 Months Ago


Perdition

2 Months 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 2 Months Ago


Perdition

2 Months Ago

Thank you Ang-X.

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