Visitation

So patient are you whose silence is this morning’s child,

Who strolls in ghastly noon storm discarded; the last broken shift of clay

Watching flowers undress and infants die before their wondrous words are ever pressed or whispered unheard; rooms of blood lovers crawling into their plum bright shadows

Their grief hiding vacant in perfumed smiling agony

 

You share no gifted love, yet so filled are we that every unseen cloud of mind imbibes

Nourished in our frozen omens.

Steppe skies of drifter’s slender seems to feather out from your name, 

Black withering coastal seas pride their lances grafting to our eventuality

 

You watch, as evening ghostly hounded forms its eerie voice of moth

Knowing well what knowing can provide. Hearing that which hearing will deny.

Your end is more than anointed tears; it is the breath, no more that rapes the soul of strange need for air 

The plow that carves a deep gift in the recall of darkness.

 

The white hand of clean distance as this I do recall:

So seeded were these drops I found you shied beneath

Your fountain became a stream and that stream a river whose name I cannot recall

You were lost among the blooms of lilac and I was never again the same

Now, as night in debt relies, my time has come as well

To pass within you.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

If I could choose an Actor to read this, it would be a Boris Karloff. It had that very gaunt tone, loved it.

[Perdition]

He would tear it up! Good choice and thanks!

[Frontier]

Hmm very descriptive!

I liked " you whose silence is this morning’s child", eloquent way to describe silence.

[KWP]

to be welcomed back after many years to the all encompassing arms that once bore us, encapsulating then washing away our every worry, our every thought to renew our essence, our being once more so we are able to continue on in the rapturous flow untamed, unsheathed and as free as the ocean winds once more ...
our journey was hard fought like the sandstorms sweeping out of the dessert skies where the best we could do was shield ourselves from the relentless onlslaught. the arms were there all along .... waiting patiently for our return, offering no judgement and just allowing us to be ...

what a lovely inspiration you have given me to start my weekend renewed x x

[KWP]

so i was just thinking more about your writing ... in the shower actually ... it is amazing the thinking you can get done in there ... and this is what was proffered ... I can visit your poems time and again and each time I read with fresh eyes and allow myself to sink within the understandings ... what has that amounted to ... your timeless poetry .. x x x

[Perdition]

My one true hope as a poet is to eventually weed all things down to only the words that are shower worthy. Well spoken and thank you Australia.

[Morrissey]

This is amazing. Your words are quite captivating.

[Perdition]

Thanks. Looking forward to reading your poetry as well.

[Tara]

I am always amazed at the "eclectic" nature of your writing. You can do romantic, you can do raw, you can do simple and you can do complex.You have always been insightful and an explorer of mind and world and it is what I love most about your words. You stimulate the readers mind and make us think and perceive in ways we would never have imagined.There was a time I could read you and know immediately it was you and now I am not so sure. Your work has grown leaps and bounds and you have been nothing if not consistent. Maybe prolific is a better word. I envy your commitment to the craft and I am feeling so blessed to have been able to be a part of your creative journey.

[Perdition]

The blessing IS and always will be mine….I only hope that the future and I can keep that mind of yours smiling as wide as the fish of Moloch's eyes. Thanks P. Hope to be kissing the walls of Jack once more..The trio plus… together again "one more time" !

[Sarah Redigan]

💚I'm a m speechless, your words a very beautiful!

[Perdition]

Thank you Sarah…always a pleasure to hear that these daily hours of madness are not without reason; at least they are occasionally reaching out. A trillion blue skies in respect of your compliment as well as looking forward to becoming speechless in your own poetry.

[m.s.early]

You ravish the verses unsuspectedly with words of poetic live and broken heart greif. The touching of the poem is graced equally with its fluid meter and intuitive sentiments. A blessing to cross this is.

[Perdition]

Thanks X. I stopped into your profile and it took me back to my good old once-upon-a-ville days. read moreThanks X. I stopped into your profile and it took me back to my good old once-upon-a-ville days.
I was remembering when I knew way too well the religious smell of a bench-broken leather and cloth rusty old faithful F-150. It use to cry out in country with just one AM antenna jam and those same devoted Kabota folks ...cussing sized whales of bales too. Great for climbing just to star graze.
Looking forward to reading your "Empathy"and others too . Appreciate your kind remarks. Say, "Hey" to those skies with huge towering castles floating over...I miss them much with each passing day.

[Priscilla Sayers]

The beauty of your knowledge and intuition are very precious to me. So lyrically flowing through each verse is your abundance of insight, an understanding of what lies beyond mere words, actions, and bringing about such wisdom. Love this sweet Hawk

[Perdition]

And I juggle too! : P Thanks Canvas~ You are, as always, the welcomed word . I wonder what Sal Paradise and Dean would say about all this whole damn thumb upped Denver jazz and its Beat run Huxley road. Ah...Those doors of perception and screaming cups of coffee. They get you every time~ Paint on!!

[Perdition]

AND... I can juggle too : P. Thanks Canvas..your artistic input is always a blessing. Although I am wondering what Jack and Dean would say about it all? Probably tell me to get "back to the beat up path and think of old Moriarty...The father we never found. Till that next batch of strong coffee ....we'll have to make it soon. Ciao~

[MAC]

this is brilliant. eerie yet deeply beautiful....your talent is just amazing. you have incredible style and actually write poetry, dead poet style.

[Perdition]

Thanks for the visitation...I like that:"dead poet style". Much obliged~