Apotheosis

He called it God…    
That restless estuary where pain streams into possibility.    
I remember it as a green rivulet settled deep beneath his eyes.    
 Struggling like an autumn wasp through the scarred landscape of his face    
down into the wells of Africa; beyond the emulous storms of his birth.      
Life's poison rising. His jaundice yellowing in defiance. Never once seeking out a shy or peaceful shelter in the momentary      
isles of time, he walked fearless over the coral blades of sense.      
     
Born a roach;    
a sword in the eye of the flesh and thus immune to our scope of archaic principle.    
I remember when he exchanged his chains for death.    
The scattering of his infusion ; the whispers of mettle when he lifted from this life.    
Mostly, I remember my silence. It came from a strange admiration. An envy I had over intimate wars, every battle      
waged, enacted with cruel incision. Retracting the rotting hands from bleach and swirling breath; his    
end became a minute beginning; a place of holism, rising beneath old bitter roots, submerged in self-wants.    
Reduced to what separates us from our keel.    
     
He called it God…    
but if you ask me, this was His moment of Apotheosis

Reviews

[LouisianaBird]

I hate myself for not reading more of your stuff. There are so many things to love about this piece. But mostly I love it because it speaks so much to me and who I am as a writer. It was all beautiful but the lines, "The end to which becomes a minute beginning. A place of holism, rising from beneath old bitter roots, submerged in self wants that seperates us from our keel", were so powerful. VERY well done! Keep writing, forever.

[Perdition]

I will if you will…and stop hating yourself . Thanks!

[LaughingBuddha]

I like I like! That ending was great, and the images that came along with the whole poem.

[Perdition]

Always a wonderful day when you get reviewed by an enlightened one. Thanks for stopping by~

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

well done this was a very interesting poem and I very much liked it and I will read more of your work ... outstanding

[Perdition]

Thanks Samantha....looking forward to reading your critiques and poems as well. Love the tattoos btw : )

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

thanks Perdition

[Tara]

Ahh...I have missed it here. Mainly for writing such as this. This strikes me as Winstonesque. Am I on the right track or have I missed the station? Perhaps it is Rimbaudian. Either way, it is impeccable and moving. I miss you my friend . :-)

[Perdition]

You are and will NEVER EVER be on any wrong train my long lost Bookstore/Hat Bearing/Bagel Tossing/Footsy Flying/Pam Eternalized and WORST navigator ever...Well... Almost.....MWUAH!!! Thanks for choosing the shorter one..lol.
GOD, the next one is driving me all things wayward and northern past CRAZY!!! Never say die though~
Miss you too..Like you wouldn't believe..Hey..We should start a religion or plan a murder ..MORE-MORE- MORE!! No quote marks when you be "Smoking Morrison".

[Tara]

lol. I am wayyyy out of practice...couldn't begin to tackle the longer one and honestly, it scared me. Not yet ready to see what you see my friend. I still like the rose colored glasses. Filled with wine of course.

[Alisa Js]

Hello, my friend from across land and sea...

I have wondered if it is the elevation to divine or illumination of? Either way, this one is beyond incomparable as you are, always...

Looking forward to catching up soon. Lots! to share...

alisa ;-)

[Kristallo]

Stunning... i'll come back for a more proper review when i'm better acclimated to absorb this. But its incredible.

[John]

Majestic verse charting the long and winding road to the holistic self

[Perdition]

Well sung and many thanks kind sir~

[Priscilla Sayers]

It's hard to say what is or what is not in terms of another's perception as all eyes may see but never the same... Nor do the ears hear the same or the tongue taste the same flavor.
To each their own and such is Life, Love.
For my tomorrow is drifting as yours may be peaking into view...

[Perdition]

Or vice versa...but within our passage of perception holds our answer and it is held in our "own" favor of reality. At the end I can truly relay that it was, in my love and perception, his final moment and Apotheosis. Thanks C.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Always a pleasure

[eatme]

excellently pretentious without being specious
refined and superior
above my abilities to really say more than a thumbs up.

[Perdition]

"excellently pretentious"...I like that. Thanks for the thumbs~

[Tara]

lol...chuckling at eatme's comment.