Understanding

Understanding

A Poem by Perdition

What is it to be remarkable 

or to be Pathos

To be a glaring sign in the shell of darkness

When every illusion arrives unannounced


What is it to be angry or 

Poetic


Poetic as the old man’s eyes

Stirring in his fountain cup

Peeling rinds and memories 

Looking back for a love

That's in the coldness of the marbled ground

But still saturate upon his lips 

 

What is it to be ennobled,

Honored or upheld when

We are all the extensions of God

 

Take my hand and

We'll walk these hills together and

All that there is of everything

Will be in the grip of this moment

© 2017 Perdition


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Ah yes!

All we really have is this moment...

Well, that's besides the memories each moment generated...

So, maybe that's two things!

lol

Sending you chuckles.

Catch up soon.

Alisa

Posted 7 Years Ago


Perdition

7 Years Ago

Snuck up on me there..hey you, interesting point: A memory in our currency of now, I always thought .. read more
Alisa Js

7 Years Ago

hmmm...

...'there is no spoon'
Perdition

7 Years Ago

lol....choose ya little white rabbit!!!
Indeed, in tune with this I be ... if you get a grip on that moment, haul me up, I shall sit in a moment with you and extend myself through the blistering reality to the freedom awaiting all :D

Posted 7 Years Ago


Perdition

7 Years Ago

Will do..I'll bring the ignorance you bring the bliss..:) Ahhh...poets! Thanks again
Hi , lovely sweet write :) happy Easter

Posted 7 Years Ago


Perdition

7 Years Ago

Thank you and to you as well!'

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