In Reach

In Reach

A Poem by Perdition

Holding the predawn light in my palm

I bear a sigh to the gods of intent

one skin, riddled in memory 

one life, no longer my own

and long since poured as if a murky wine

into the temple of the heart

I am only as essential as the air

only as lost as the journey,

and to the weight I am borne 

the saddled impermanence,  just as the light

I am fixed to the tide from an otherwise silent sea

extending my press toward their ends 

in reach for the ripples in 

the pages of a book written 

long before the stars

© 2020 Perdition

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I've been so sketchy in 2020, I'm still catching up on some stuff in my reading library, where I found this lovely gem. This reminds me of a recent experience I had while living near a wildfire that flared up this past week & now it's back under control, but I'm under a mandatory evacuation notice, but I didn't leave & don't plan to becuz the fire is very much under control. Anyhow, people are freaking out, even calling me names in public on FB & their heads are filled with the drama they see on the news, but this is not those fires. Anyhow, I had to unplug from all that clamoring becuz I needed to enjoy the gift of the whole thing. I was here for about 4 days & none of my neighbors were around for miles & miles, which meant, not a single car on the main road or going in & out my little lane as people go to work & return. All that commotion was gone & it was utterly still here. The fire is 30 miles away, so there's no noise from firefighting, no helicopters, etc. But I was so into this quietness for these days & it felt like your poem says, like I became unhinged from all the ordinariness that people fret about constantly fomenting, etc. It was like when I used to go backpacking, which I haven't been able to do for 15 years becuz of my lame legs. I thought it was pretty peaceful here, even with my neighbors around & their annoying power-tool & gun-blasting & four-wheeler addictions, but to have everyone gone but me? It was sublime. I wish I could write about it with such grace, as you do! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 Month Ago

The within that runs without...I have known that silence in crowded rooms. I have seen quiet flames .. read more
There is a place where we can go... into the deep imaginings of our soul.. the soul songs are so very beautiful as they whisper into our pens as we draw them onto parchment...

This one is very lovely, to put it mildly....

Such a talented poet you are, my friend.

I can only hope to aspire to one day...

Posted 2 Months Ago


2 Months Ago

Oh now come on..just have to throw yourself into traffic while chewing tin foil..You know this ;) t.. read more
hmmm, I've come to the conclusion that all these people are wearing their masks wrong, they should be covering their eyes,,,,maybe then they could listen better....well who am I to say anyway. so glad to see you are still breathing loudly over there:) you know I will be back to read this again...just a Lil shout out this morning so you'll remember I m still here :p

Posted 2 Months Ago


2 Months Ago

As if I would Ever forget..cone back and rattle the cages whenever and glad to hear you too are stil.. read more
"Only as lost as the journey" and "the pages of a book written long before the stars" both are great lines!
Fate comes to mind and what has to take place in order to see it through to our final destination.

Thansk for sharing. ♡

Posted 3 Months Ago


3 Months Ago

Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful thoughts.. fate seems only the beginning of how lost we.. read more

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Last Updated on July 22, 2020



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