Voices

Voices

A Poem by Perdition

The memories fell far before I ever held them. The welcoming door, the mind enveloped, always in the shy awakening of the shutter’s lavender. The grasp of green that ran from the leaves into the sun that shone of hunger. All of these subtleties in life soon would be lost. And her voice, radiant and shining, faithful from the window above, It was the want for returning, But in time this too, with every cracked Image and every fading light would wearily die from my side, but as all strings that are left from heaven, they are never taken, only strung from the branches of sky. As was my age and soon her mind. So too these hands of green would follow, watching her wilt into forgotten poses and crackling auburn. And never have I thus returned. Not once for fear of ever her memory imposed. Though where she lays is peaceful grace and her voice a radiance that rises within me every day.

And now my spirit, all but an island, a hope that floats away and far above the gates of our once home, so that now I see our garden dying, far too far from the days when our roads grew in wilderness to roam. Though now too empty for the image to stay, though often I do so dwell in the glorious landscape of our shade.


© 2017 Perdition


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Although I hear too many voices to decipher which passionate relationship you sing about, there is a beauty and a sadness that cannot be swept away. It seems to stand still only for a moment and then reels itself into decades of emotions....from beautiful faces to tear stained ones.I'm floating here....

Posted 7 Years Ago


Perdition

7 Years Ago

I am so glad to hear this Queenie, There is a trust I possess or a faith, whichever desperation seem.. read more
Hello from this side of the Pacific,

This is quite beautiful in a mystical and most ethereal way...

Fabulous word placement...nice new direction.

I trust all is well.

Alisa ;-0

Posted 7 Years Ago


Perdition

7 Years Ago

Never!lol But as always enjoying the experiments and thanks for the input~
Alisa Js

7 Years Ago

I think it may be time for me to try something new.... although I'm working now through my feelings .. read more
Perdition

7 Years Ago

Go on and do it :)
Great imagery, and progression. Prose-poetry is not really my thing -- too often I have trouble distinguishing how it is different than prose! However, this poem is on the mark, for me.

Very well received.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Perdition

7 Years Ago

Thanks! This is a new voice for me and the experience has been a challenge to put it mildly but it .. read more

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Added on March 12, 2017
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