Never Ending

Whatever claims your fate or head or sinful notion

Fluttering in from space or some other plastic temple

Whatever breaks that midnight stare

Trailing in dispersant shadows,

The face of it hanging on the wall

Sways a crooked hat that runs to some cherry crypt ‘morn

Whatever blushing star,

Fragrant sound, or distant hush

Spell binds your reason

Like an untouched ovary against the galaxy

Whatever was will never fade

Inviting a seed of perception, a pain, a want

To walk

Along all that has deserted

Whatever slit this world into two and yours within

Be it shackled or winged

Spoke its wounds into your ear

And aged like sweet knowing mountain air

Relieving the story from its weight

Obsessing the obsession

Only now

What is out there

Is within

Author's Note

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You know, quite by chance I called on this piece again. This time I played Asturias, to accompany the reading. I rarely do that. The music was beautiful, a real treat, but I have to say, your incredible imagery and in particular your fourth stanza spoke to me. Yes, it spoke to me in a big way with a message which has now given me direction. I thank you for that Joseph. A very happy new year to you.

Chris

[Perdition]

Thank you, Chris, and a very Happy New Year as well. Okay, I'll have to look and yes listen again to the well of Asturias though the Spanish guitar I will spend hours practicing and listening to, as I'm sorry I missed your kind words. I think I responded and then missed the "Post Comment" cause I do remember your kind review?! Holidays huh ?..lol...P.

[Brad Dehler]

Thank you for sharing this. It is a marching poem that summons forces from afar and gets closer and closer to home with the notion that we are reaching for the untouchable.

[Perdition]

Such an honor...sincerely appreciate your wonderful review and thank you. To hear all the different reactions toward this poem has been just amazing.Namaste~

[softlyfall]

You wrap the most intricately beautiful images around the influences of life that impale and provoke (and also heal and inspire) us...break our midnight stare and spell bind reason.
Insanely imaginative and at the same time absolutely anchored and relatable (at least to me, a fellow mad person)
It is like soul food, to read this. Mind food. Unfortunately I am very greedy more please

[Perdition]

Damn!!! Well alrighty then, but If I'm going to do this, then I'm first going to need a red thick rubber spatula (any brand will do), three black lighters with ghostly gold emblems on the front, a goat named Francis with a sleeping disorder, and a night made from the muses of the three a.m. murky moonlight...see to that and I'll get started straight away..hahaha. What a wonderful, and tremendous, if not humbling review softlyfall...Though I would expect such a review from a poet as talented as what I've read so far from your site. I might have to read this a few hundred times to get all the intricacies and nuances of every word you so powerfully placed, but I'll do it..:). Just got back from the mountains and I'm exhausted but I will most certainly get on it as soon as possible, after such praise who would not? Am a little overwhelmed by such powerful words... Thank you so much for such a kind and overwhelmingly generous review! Goat's name could also be Dennis btw... lol.

[softlyfall]

dennis lol...
happy return mountain madman

[Ken e Bujold]

There is so much to love about this poem. The construction is flawless: from the opening triple-headed monster of a question in the first line, the mind simply flows along.

images to simply die for: crooked hat cherry crypt morn, world split in two, which is only enhanced by your constant positioning of multiple options within lines

all finished off by the arresting close of What is out there/is within

always a treat to read your work Perdition. A true craftsmen at play

ken

[Perdition]

Just a furious madman without shoes, walking too close to the shattered glass edges I hope...lol. Thank you once more ken.

[no tell writer]

I really enjoyed this write, very creative

[Perdition]

Thanks, glad you enjoyed~

[Davidgeo]

"Like an untouched ovary against the galaxy"

You're a genius.

[Perdition]

Nah...just a bleeding tire on an old sweaty road..lol. Sincere thanks for stopping by and for the read, David Dee.

[Kerra]

Wow, i just loved your last stanza, this is amazing.

[Perdition]

Pace yourself..lol. Thank you once again for the kind review ystorm.

[Poetic Beauty]

The third stanza stands out to me the most

Whatever blushing star
Fragrant sound or distant hush
Spell binds your reason
Like an untouched ovary against the galaxy

To me this speaks of being untainted by monetary earthly wants and greed. Being inspired by nature, the stars, something greater than ourselves and materialistic wants.

This whole poems speaks to me of the vastness of space and the flip side of selfish wants.

[Perdition]

"This whole poems speaks to me of the vastness of space and the flip side of selfish wants." Absolutely love this review Poetic Beauty. Something in the way it screams out with a want for retribution or the holy sound in the softness in metal crashing. Just Perfect~ Thanks you Poetic Beauty!

[Poetic Beauty]

You are most welcome. I like poetry that makes me read think read again and ponder thoughts for a moment

[Chris Shaw]

Look at the number of views and reviews here. I felt within what an exceotional piece of writing I had chanced upon even before glancing further down your page. Pleased not to have missed this one. Final stanza is superb

Chris

[Perdition]

lol..Chris, I could have sworn you'd already seen this one? Strange morning indeed but thank you so much for dropping by. Always wonderful to have you stop in. Feel like I should have made some tea so we could have discussed..lol. Smiles~

[Chris Shaw]

'whatever slit this world into two
and yours within
be it shackled or winged'

now that would take far more time to discuss than a cup of tea :)

No, haven't seen this one. In fact don't see you on here much at all. Good to read this one though, and over a morning cuppa.

Chris