Everything

Everything

yes everything

is a joy

the first scorch from morning’s break into each crack

the wide splash of its brush gushing in like a criminal

your sleepy voice like spring

when you are too far away

if only as a memory you could stay just once

everything

the stray white cat who hurried from the dark road

into the woods with the wind in his heart

filling my eyes with rain as I was once the same

everything

the child who fled to the swings and fell

a thousand more times that will carry a name

everything

the old man

especially

the old man down on the curb praying to the sidewalk for coins

I pass him with a grin in the modern helpless sense

knowing

he will die soon

and so will I

on a mountain of coins he will laugh

inviting me to the cap as I again shed a grin without a single penny

or the old woman who is curved in her haunch hobbling to a place she is loved in a way that I shall never be loved

and it wounds me to the bone to love her as well

such a wilderness we are to discover

tomorrow I will scream to the young owls in their nest

And again

I will get no reply

Reviews

[LazerRays]

Wow perdition! This is deep! The walk you embarked on was so surreal and realistic. The old man burns into my mind. And the owl! I wonder why you won't get a reply, that leaves me sorta hooked, wanting to know this backstory. I feel there is a certain sadness to this poem that I can't quite grasp... Nice use of words here! :P much enjoyed

[Perdition]

I love that you are coming to these words as you are the future of poetry and art...Deep? Not so deep as you are already writing on a level that surpasses your age and passion to continue the work, quite proud of you I am . ..Thank you Sarah...yo do me so proud time and time again.

[LazerRays]

:D you're flattering. But unfortunately I have to fight to keep creativity alive in this world. I am quite oppsed to facebook and Twitter and other social media sites that take our attention... That's what me and Anthony are aiming for: to keep creativity alive. I'll die for that... I believe I found my purpose in doing this...

[Perdition]

Well ya got me hooked in your words so a better start to a fight to keep your creativity alive I could not imagine...You are such a talent at such a young age...don't stop for anything!! Viva la purpose~

[LazerRays]

Never will I stop! Hahah!

[barleygirl]

Your words & lines feel like the lingering strings of spider webs that loosely connect so many random essences of people we meet that mix together from various stopovers along our way. You profile interesting caricatures with original descriptions for recognizable types along one's life journey. It's like we pick up parts of each, a little bit of everything, until we become our journey. I love your message, which could be interpreted many different ways (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

"like the lingering webs of spider webs" Now THAT is a little drop of old house/woods at sunrise in my otherwise spider bit day. I can see the distant arachnids moving on but not without their brief looking back. Thank you dear poet. Message? "The drinking up the universe.." ?? Hugs back at ya!!

[lightsong]

again, You speak of Love that's everywhere, yet not here, to feel blessed even in pain, that what You have will be carried safe within You, at times when it's too much You will be drowned with oceans of tears and pains, in other times, You will be raised so high feeling the bliss of a rare Love You had, and You can still keep within You, as a memory, as a scent, as a vision... in everything around You it dwells.

[Perdition]

Hmmmm? You think? Perhaps...perhaps, and than again we are all blessed with that aren't we, shy the courages few yet sometimes even they hold a memory where it cannot be seen. Either way ...been a long road toward redemption and it always seems to lead back to my Lady Poetry that was meant to corrupt my days, but such a wonderful corruption it remains. Thank you dear Light~

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

why does it wound you? shant we all be loved to the bone? love til it cripples us...for if it doesnt than have we truly loved at all?

[Perdition]

Because the heart is given completely and if you ony watch then how can you be loved? There is a cancer in this woman''s route and I have not healed nor helped her, and I do not not feel the course or care to do so, as her walk will soon end... all else will hinder this and shame on me for not wanting to hinder that...and yet still no coffee??? Swear to blog I'm going to get some soon and then you'll see,
YOU'
LL ALL SEE...lol :)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

would you quit putting your cup down! You can always be loved but yes I see that maybe you cannot love. NO shame, no blame.

[Perdition]

Who said I was doing that?..just an expression..I accept all the things that cross my path including pain..sometimes more so the pain. Hmmm...think someone might need the "prayer tie ritual" and some solid Mitakuye Oyasin...I'll join ya from my place of ritual at twilight if ya need. Once got the whole US to join..that one was pretty intense. Different report every change of time zones.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

everything did................

[Perdition]

Good one. I humbly bow to the master!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I believe I was part of that?2010ish?

[The Iron Horseman]

Wow! This is a very powerful piece of blank verse. I don't know about the joy in everything bit, though - it felt more like a stab to the heart! I could see the old man and the old woman in my mind's eye, so the imagery is very striking. I also got a sense of terrible pain at the the prospect of imminent departure. Quite a mini-masterpiece. Well done.

[Perdition]

Well sometimes sarcasm is a necessity ya know..hahaha, I appreciate you stopping by to read this one as well as your wonderful review so thank you very much~

[The Iron Horseman]

You are very welcome. If you read your way through some of my stuff you will find it is pretty well salted with sarcasm too!