If You Should Ask

It will not matter

the silence smiles within my steps

like a child in a mindless coat

spinning in the dark hums of a sudden life

Telling me that this is only another foolish page

a poverty of country without name

the empty palm of lovers

full of every sum and secret one heart can retain

It will not matter

a thousand times your voice 

echoes like the rose of a seaweed or

the forgotten apples on the cusp of winter

I walk my shadow towards it rise

the sun congratulatory in its spindled cage

asking me questions I cannot answer

though I understand all the same 

as if it has to ask

It will not matter though we think it might

how often the sea melts against its anguish 

No, it will not suffer for a name

we know too well from where it drowns

A smile and the explosion collapses

tearing the feral sky at midnight

the crunch of the gravel and lost leaves

keeps me bleeding towards the wild honey of springlight

promising me nothing at all

Reviews

[JENNY]

It’s really a Gem 💎.
I really appreciate your thoughts so deep . Just felt every single line of this poetry. So nice.Thanks for sharing Perdition

[Perdition]

Hi JENNY. Thank you for stopping in and reading "if You Should Ask" as well as your all-too-kind words in your wonderful review...Happy New Year!

[JENNY]

Your most welcome. You deserve it all for your wonderful work. New Year’s joyous greetings to you too

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there are so many questions we cannot answer...life is full them...and do we owe the sun answers because it gives its shine to us? I wonder.
my favorite line in this is the paradox..."keeps me bleeding towards the wild honey of springlight"---
we might find a smile today, but there is no promise that feeling will remain.
j.

[Perdition]

Thank you j. Always a pleasure to have your input. Wishing you a Happy Holiday!

[Red Brick Keshner]

One can see "the sea melting against its anguish," and combining all the images and the thoughts/feelings they invoke, like simply forget me nots along life's varied way. I like the spinning smiles that hums of darkness and as steps progress the brightness of a sunny day babbling without reason or rhyme until the journey comes to what may be imagined as a cemetery in the still of the dark night (or not) a sugar hit shall ensue and another day another season shall matter not at all.

[Perdition]

Pretty good...Pretty neat! "Like that river that just keeps on flowing..." right on into oblivion with a sign that says " Check your reasons at the door"....Wonderful review once again and greatly appreciated " in the still of the dark night"...broke down the canvas on that line alone..Thanks again Red Brick Keshner!!

[Ken e Bujold]

there are some absolutely gobsmacking images in this latest Perdition. more than a few I am almost jealous of and certainly envious. top of the list "child in a mindless coat" but not far behind are "sun in spindled cage" and "poverty of country without name". Plus whats not to love about a great kiss off poem

ken

[Perdition]

Thank you ken. Absolutely love that last sentence of your review....hahaha!!. Although I might just be speaking to youth, God, reason, poetry, or life in general I gotta agree it still applies, so I'm with you on that well-placed dagger ...who doesn't indeed! As always a treat to have your voice~