Listless Gambol

Dark symbols.

I remembered when I was young. Then, when I shone like the sun.

I remembered the evidence that slipped into another tense.

That same tense that left my shoulders affixed,

That had wriggled free from its original state of being

that had numbed into a steady, persistent, lingering

uneasy feeling

leaving its being

only stoic and coy.

I remembered my past folly, forgetting the principle of proximity.

I remembered why,

in a sudden gusto of feeling, a sudden gust of memory,

it all syphoned in, like a funnel to my spirit.

Seeping in, I remembered fidgeting awkwardly.

The tense then, I remember now

why porcelain was so appealing, and why destiny meant nothing,

and happy was just a doorway to dismay.

I don't know why I remembered my focus,

I just know I remembered my purpose;

I remembered why I opted to trek the adventure

as only a carcass, perhaps long since rotten,

long since rotten of moral pretense; perhaps it was destined.

A whisper intoned I was fading too soon.

My affinity for the abysmal gloomed.

I remembered a porcelain tomb, a porcelain tune.

That gusto of feeling, teasing, bringing to mind

why the rapture was near as departure.

The state of being now capture, enamored with only myself

because everyone else was taken by the sea too easily, leaving

behind the essences of their beings. My being stalked endearingly,

following the scent, of a smile so bent, that smelled of a girl and

the sweat of the skin of my shoulders that bore the world,

bearing a disease, I remembered prometheus and his hercules.

Unable to forget, I remembered the emptiness of autumn leaves,

soon to be bereaved.

I felt the weight of the gaze of the moon, having reached for the secret too soon.

I felt the weight of the moon looming, sinking into that dark wound.

I remembered that python, along the apple.

I remembered humankind like a siren,

trying to tempt me to madness, with the sadness that promised only darkness,

and a seat next to its prince. Convinced, I was

This was the beast humanunkind (I pitied nein),

That rattled my mind like an ophidians chime,

like an ophidian disguised, lancing its venom,

crushing my bones like a python, gruesome;

smothering, suffocating like the darkness,

my essence snuffed like malice.

The remnants of my last song,

drifting, and floating, and fading away.

A little further every day.

With the moon in my wound,

a voice contused said 

I was leaving too soon.

My only retort,

remember, Porcelain tune.

Author's Note

ART: Fading away by OlexD

Reviews

[songstress]

My your name really does show through in this poem. I can't help but lie in awe of you. Siting Prometheus, the light bringer, and bringing into mind the sin and impulse that takes mankind (python and apple, funneling memories). this poem with it's double-sided character's Prometheus, Hercules, and the human's own bewilderment and fixation on the past has a great depth. I see your name, and this piece and I can't help, but wonder what it is you may be seeing within the mists. Do you see wandering in the inferno, or perhaps Elysian fields. Your work is truly beautiful, inspiring, and well read.

[Abraxasbird]

Thank you, I myself stand in awe of your intuition. I wrote this never expecting someone to piece it together so clearly, it is a work of symbols loosely tied. There is something extremely rewarding about having someone perceive the depths of your work, so again Thank you. In all honesty, I see nothing in the mists. This poem highlights the urge of want, the call of destiny, the chains of fate, the struggle of time, where in the end all we have are songs that fade into winds, blowing softly against the skins of our brethren, and in that way at least we can console them at night, while they lie looking towards the stars. Prometheus, Hercules, The python, and the apple, the siren; Our efforts on the path of ascension are a flounder in the face of infinity, an endeavor against the inevitable. I see blackness, utter silence, absolute nothingness past the thresholds of the universe.

[Pash]

Hearty, full, heavy! Like I dinned on a full course meal for royalty.
From the choice of words, and characters, song and somber wrapped together seamlessly. Hands down one of favorite
pieces to date.

[Rocans]

This is quite nicely written

[Abraxasbird]

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading, it really means alot to me

[Kiari Sabon]

great write loved it