Faces In The Well

Here, I have walled myself 

a simple life, marked and flogged 

a fool

 

All the scars bearing gently,

gentle as the carvings I have flinched,

as gentle wears a simpler face than fear

as one who dared to wear these faces left to follow

it is senseless not to reach to my common grave again

reflections being all that has placed on the days timeless offering

 

so many faces there are still to wear

with gifts betrayed as life has done before

and thus I must proclaim:

 

my hands turned bone will raise the sun from under heaven's grave; my heart taken for its will, will crawl to tear the names they have torn with fate before and wanting much from truth,  the truth ignored

My flesh no longer offerings for the breeze

as willingly I gift my wings for higher nests that follow

for simple  lives inspired and flogged from kindness 

tried and marked as a poor man's fool

and proud to be one life in many 

that died to wear it

Reviews

[John Sullivan]

From one poor fool to another, fine writing. Stay proud, friend

[Perdition]

"Proud to be a part of this number!" ..lol. Morrison. But something tells me you knew that.

Appreciate the support John and love the comment ...Original always wins out every time in my book~ Cheers!!

[John Sullivan]

I toast you with my coffee cup, good sir

[barleygirl]

On its face, I don't understand your message in this poem, but your words conjured up a parallel narrative in my mind as I was reading, as if your words describe the place where I've come to in my life, after hardships & lessons, not seeing this journey as a piling on of misery (as some do), but rather as a more & more organic exercise of one's own truth, as life goes on (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

Yep..the abstract nature of my poetry is not so easily rolled over..I use to explain that I write much in the same manner as Jackson Pollock paints but eventually I felt that that was giving myself too much credit. I do feel it is a truth but at the same time in order to refine my voice I simply expressed that it was my way of entering into the subconscious in order to relay the tangible intangibles of our precognitive illusions that clutter our minds and that exist within our perceptions beneath this busy skull of ours and skin as well..that chemical machinery at work. In a way the poetry is meant to get the reader to dive into the metaphors that I use in order to relay while lending from our senses and hopefully bypassing the experiences that have defined and deluded our lives and tainted our understanding of the human experience...Sometimes it works and other times ..well not so much, but gotta keep trying right? ..lol. The organic exercise of one's own truth of which you speak of was what i shot for in this one and hopefully the masks and faces of our own necessities (based on our perceptions and expectations ) helps to see our humanities and our trials which are truly of a personal nature. We become those faces in the well from our experience and nature just in time to understand how we all follow the same journey till the end .. followed through many aspects such as our Anima slash Animus of the Jung's archetype along with the communal or religious mythology of the hero's journey as revealed through Campbell's insights...like I said..sometimes it works and other times...well? lol. Thanks Margie...I hope I didn't just ruin your Sunday..lol Hugs!

[barleygirl]

Back when my old brain could do cartwheels, I used to be full of analytical observations, as in your tangled web of enlightenment (above) . . . & the reason you did not ruin my Sunday is becuz you showed me how lucky I am that my mind has become comfortably numb now in my simplistic old age where laughing, getting naked, & smoking a joint are as complicated as I get anymore! *wink! wink!* You remind me of some of my lovers over the years, pontificating after sex. Gotta love it!

[Shweta]

Your poems have an inevitable feel to it... As if death is looming around... As if life and death is inevitable and so are the truths and other experiences in life. When I read your poems I get an actual "perdition", inevitable sense, which reminds me its the ultimate truth or something like that...

Keep writing.. We get to experience a piece of the writer from the writes.. As it always does.

[Perdition]

Wonderfully put...only you added an "As if" where I would have just shrugged..lol. To know our end and to see that mark put upon us all is rough enough but to be so foolish as to also live and to become poets???.Well, That is why I chose "Perdition" as I am sure you will attest to the process of facing that great white ocean at three am every day or walking into a herd of consonants that form these sentences and send you running to the nearest pen and paper when you were just going for wine..It's a hell and a heaven that we know all too well and walk straight into every time. To do anything less would go against everything we stand for as poets...right? have to go watch it rain for a little bit but I'm hoping you have something new so I can read and review upon my return..till then..Thank you for the very kind words Shweta. I.hope I got it right this time.

[Shweta]

That's exactly what a poet is.. It's as simple as you said it. Whenever you group us as "poets" I don't think I am there yet though the sensation and the feel are the same. It's a huge responsibility and whenever I think of poets, great names came to my mind. Perdition is perhaps the right name in that sense. Most great ones poems are a result of their perdition.. Sad but true

Yes, you got it right this time.. Lol. I think now that you can spell it right I should know yours as well Perdition..

[Perdition]

Thank GOD!! Another believer in what it is to be so foolish as to have the passion of poetry and let it ruin or destroy you completely as Bukowski said..Find what you love and let it kill you. Thank you for the validation and Yes...you should. Why don't you?..lol.

[Shweta]

Of course. Let it, when the time comes...! Have a great night..

[Simone Davis]

So many faces there left to wear with gifts betrayed as life has done before,,,,makes me feel like there is a deep hurt within, the many faces we have to wear, but which is actually our true face.... I know this feeling of having to hide the pain and out on a mask...you did a great job here.

[Perdition]

What? You Hide?..lol. Well there is hiding and than there is HIDING..the mask is a given and plays a certain role but sometimes that is just a part of the courage we use to play some very difficult games in a hostile world. I say let the birds have it...at least they wear songs..Thanks Simba.

[LazerRays]

Oh how nice! Being a poor man isn't to be ashamed of! As you put here you died proud to be one! The thing is not whether about how much money we have; but how much we got out of life! Don't live for the money, live for each day. Enjoy each moment! Nicely written perdition!

[Perdition]

Always astonishing, Whatever brand of salsa sauce you're dipping I want to know cause apparently it gives you super powers! And a punch to keep me writing as well..btw I now have that as a tattoo on my forehead."Dead Men Don't Write"..or something like that...lol. I'l be over to read soon. indulging in my only other flaw...Dallas game. Poetry of course being the first. Thanks Sarah ...I might just paint have to paint it on the wall above where I write. Punches back!

[LazerRays]

Ill tell you! It's this magical salsa that's extremely hard to get! You have to climb the mount everest and then knock on the twelth rock lit by the 10 o'clock sunrise then go 25 feet to the right, knock on the deepest part of the pit and sing a special tune. This tune is basically the astronomical calendar forseeing the song of the day but backwards. Then a door will open and you climb in. You'll fall but you have to chant the last thing that comes to mind and then brainwash yourself with a spell. Then you get the salsa and wake up in your house. The end! Hahahaha! That'd be an interesting tattoo!!! Hahahaahahaha!! and oof! Punching a 15 year old girl? Tsk tsk! Hahaha! Good thing I was raised with brothers! *tackles you*

[Perdition]

Oh you mean this salsa...lifts your jar and begins gulping and there is nothing more scarier on this planet than a 15 year old girl raised with brothers, Might as well be raised in the wild by a pack of wolves and nice try but you forgot I was an illusion...Mwuahhahahaha...cough ..cough..cough. I gotta stop doing that, HA...the salsa is all mine! Poof~

[LazerRays]

oops you must have drank the other salsa... i mean left not right. my bad....
yep hahaha! they raised me like a savage hahaha... better RUN

[Perdition]

Son of a ,,,,!! DETAILS!!!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I don't think that you are ever worried that I will not return or make noise, for I have reaped here for so long now, learning silence, looking for patience, .....now, where did I put that rascal? so many faces there are still left to wear...gifts...Thank you!

[Perdition]

Oh you'll make some noise..but what a noise it renders. Your ripples are tsunamis and NO! I said "ripples" funny girl.(before you even go there)...lol. As always It is a pleasure waking to the ruckus so thanks~

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

clang clang bang bang...

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I am waiting for all the fiddle faddle and then I will be back :)

[Perdition]

But..You are the "fiddle faddle" and no threatening the help..come on. :) I'll be here wise one..but "come as you are..." Thanks Crippled Queen..I was worried for a minute there that you wouldn't give me that "ummm" moment as you do so well ;)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Actually you were very loud writing this and I could hear you the whole time I slept. Makes for an exhausting day!lol waiting on a call this morning for a surgery date and then I will be able to focus more.

[lightsong]

didn't I tell You? write a book already lol, honestly we can speak for hours about this one.

each one of us on this earth wonder about their existences, the purpose of their lives, some seek to be noticed, some seek to be something big, but those faces "whom" are playing their roles silently and patiently behind the scenes, simple to some, but they are humble yet full with pride, seeking no fame, and only gifting the world the true essence of humanity, those unknown and unnoticed faces who didn't ignore the truth, but only trying to convey it to the others in their own ways, those are the ones who have the most beautiful of Souls.

[Perdition]

That they truly are...you are, once again a wonderful and brilliant delight and as for the book goes..just keep pushing me as I know you will. I honestly appreciate your friendship and as for that poem you threw out today ...well let's just say I am still searching for that first breath of air..hahaha. Thank you and wishing you a wonderful night;)

[lightsong]

I too appreciate Your friendship a lot, I feel as if we've known each others long enough, and thus I will keep pushing You the best I could, and mean while I will send You a bunch or air wrapped with tonight's stardust ✨✨✨

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

This poem is a powerful, graphic, affirmation of the struggle to live- to draw breath- each day. It grips and shatters and lifts us in living words that flow like an organic, torrential storm from the poet’s deepest soul. Vivid imagery bleeds and holds us captor in soaring metaphors of life, death and resurrection. This is as real and true as it gets. Magnificent write.

[Perdition]

Maybe...but not with only three lines..lol. Yours was truly a wonderful write Annette and so glad to see we got that friends request thing worked out. Talent runs deeply through those veins of yours and I am so glad to see that you are writing on such a level again. Thank you so much for the immaculate review and for taking yet more of your time out to stop by and rain and rain and rain...we had a good day didn't we? I appreciate these wonderful words and looking forward to reading more from your continuing depth and talent..Smiles~

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Friends 4-Ever I say! And we have wonderful friends in common like Light- yay!:)))

[Perdition]

Oh it's like that now is it"..Well I had no idea you were writing an epos.."crying my eyes emoji" lol. YES..absolutely YAY!! :)

[Onlyme]

The simplicity of being a human being on earth. The trials and tribulations of life and death. This humble exceptional poem. Demonstrates such beauty and articulate flare. Of just being grateful for life.

[Perdition]

I love it when someone just gets it...lol. Such beautiful words and yes..the simplicity and yet not so simple but grateful for even the opportunity of each single breath, Thank you so much Dawn for your wonderful review.

[Onlyme]

my pleasure sweetheart. Dawn.