Promising An Old Friend

I thought I might try

I thought today 

I would wake

pour the morning's death from my buried head

the moss from its faithful tongue and cup 

stirring the warm nest gently

staring away from my thoughts  

 

gazing through the odd wooden frames

as I’ve heard that others try 

letting autumn fill their void

 

I thought it might be fine

but it's madness that holds the passers by

and I,  I am winged affliction for the breeze

like the rain severed sun it grows a branch wherever it may

the old ones falling to a fate locked deep in trust

I thought perhaps,

perhaps this day I could stop for just one minute

perhaps for even two

 

but my hands began their curl

and the room,  filled in silence,  stood in tapping

As down to my cellar I raced 

locked in a fate of darkness of my own

 

promising my words to an old friend-

alone in my own tomorrow.

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I do relate to this one a little too much..sometimes, we're but wrapped around our darkness groping for a way out, not realizing that we're just born with punctured holes within our souls...
Nice metaphors here. I enjoyed reading this.

[Perdition]

We are indeed wrapped and punctured aren't we ? I suppose the price for poetry and many are wrapped without ever finding a voice let alone believing they can write. I count myself as well as you and these others here among the lucky ones that found a voice and way. Thank you for reading.

[¿]

Today.....it's only bout today, no?
Sometimes a mixture of restlessness, depression and loneliness starts to abide with us for a long time....it changes hope into despair and makes days feel long like years....I hope you can make your promise, true one for sure!
Almighty’s grace be upon you, ameen :)

[Perdition]

Well today it is...we'll just see about tomorrow tomorrow ;).. No I wrote this one for many reasons..I suppose opening a door to a conversation is this highest regard I have for poetry. Be it alcoholism, depression, mental illness, a sexy day ..does not matter..Just to talk and release and certainly I have endless friends that have experienced and dealt with this "anxiety' monster that plagues so many. Thanks you..as for me, I am fine and probably should have written something in a note about that...but then again perhaps NOT writing that note will help draw out that conversation and help someone that is dealing. Smiles you.

[¿]

Yesss....and this one does spawn a lot of unsaid words and deep meanings and feelings....
How fortunate your friends are to have you as a friend who writes about their problems with a soft heart and in a poetic way! umm, including me! :D
You're warmly welcome :)

[Perdition]

I count myself among the ones that dealt with these issues but that was many years ago and so I'm counting myself among the fortunate to have gone through the process as well so I can help others AND also to have you as a friend as well. You are something this world will, no doubt have to contend with when you choose what smile will best fit your future and the world; as I know you will change it for the better. As for now..what a ripple you have made at this site. I should know, been here quite a while (takes out his walking cane)..lol. Thank you Tahsin you are most definitely a most special soul and don't you let any teacher or anyone, including me tell you differently !..well, maybe me..lol. ;)

[lightsong]

desperation can kill, yes, can kill the spirit, the hope, the senses, even the feelings, though, Your poem brings hope, so the photo, and it's aware, what matters that You be aware to Your situation, maybe it's more depression than desperation, some real sentences speaking of deep loneliness and isolation, in the mind particularly. I say today my friend, maybe tomorrow will bring another maybe tomorrow...

[Perdition]

I had my first panic attack at thirty something at a Walmart of all places, Five trips to the emergency room inside an ambulance and it wasn't till I got angry and ripped off all attachments they put on and in my body and fought my way outside of that paper bag through research and knowing better of myself but I didn't realize the numbers of friends that would follow the same and how I could help. You speak of hope and I know of action..it isn't tomorrow Light..it is Right the hell now. You are an amazing soul to say these things and I thank your insight an heart ..more now than ever. Desperation is only a killer when the spirit is willing...I never was, but...Thank you for your sweet words as always.

[lightsong]

Wow my friend, Thank You so much for sharing these deeply personal moments!

never I doubt about Your strong spirit, I told You Your poem speaks of hope, You are aware of Your self, very very well! and I know it's even more harder, because You know You are the one who can help Your self, not only that, You can't accprt help from others too!

Your spirit is a revolutionary, I know You can use it to create new reality.

Bless You my friend with so much peace and love**

[Perdition]

Well, when that new revolution begins..I'm calling you in ...I need the best. You are most welcome Light, and thank you for the understanding of its depth. Hard years to travel.

[lightsong]

then don't make me wait for so long ;)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

maybe this is why Im such a cranky pants this morning! The changing of the season is happening way too fast. My promises went from I'm gonna...to my hands curling and feet twisting...my thoughts happening off to I dont even know if itll happen tomorrow...winter is running amuck with my sensory scape.

[Perdition]

Hey you. Did sorta arrive with the snap of the dime didn't it? One day I'm seeing green the next ..death. Life in a Nut's shell ;) Cheery eyed today in my red Barchetta made up of words and wine. See ya in the springtime :p

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I'm glad we will be here in the springtime...but where in the heck are you going?? and where is my ticket?

[Perdition]

I left it in the blender with my tie...tape's next to my shoe. Left a note in it telling you to give up the challenge, workouts are for the unblessed and falling and not that's that you.but well ya know..lol. I'm here but the world of poetry happens out there so now and then I go to take a good look around just to get sick and punctured, righteously of course. Sleepy hills need menders too. Come on out!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Ah, so you have been reading...is that why my eye is twitching...sleepyhills.lol I'll venture out soon, but gotta have the coffee first!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Christmas list : a new tie, a new foot to venture out, Sleepytime tea, tickets to Europe cause the have the best Bakeries and wine countries...off the find the tape.

[Perdition]

Well I'm going to have to buy some bigger stockings then...damn is that all? I never done Christmas..it always comes for me and when it comes it comes unexpectedly like your poems. By the way, I will leave a word or two but catching my cafe breath again. It always seem so strange. Off to fly those kites in my wine cellar cluttered with books and butter knives~

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

presents can be delivered via dreams, whispers, delivery, in bright packages tied up with string, or even in person...all the Christmas criteria...lol