Lending The Tapestry

Have you seen the fool in his woolen bravado

the homeless man in his empty suit, empty smile and cigarettes

staring the night forward and

his winters in search for a meal

 

have you seen the stillness, the

silence, gold chimera and the girl in the camera's dress

knowing a quiet mind is something even the world cannot carry away

can’t hush without a lie, without some papered blush

 

day from day presents him the chance

a bed perhaps for nothing

a pillow into the tiny worms of others

day by day each fool falls into lips that can’t shine from even inside

can’t swim or hide the absence of healing

we open our eyes to the promising colors meant only for effect, meant only for the ineffectual 

a casual routine for the soul and

how well we hide from ourselves is astonishing

 

Have you seen the owl’s wing

 

staggering from a dream in the barn’s wicked loft

lifting with his steel harness

he sees more than the first leap into flight

more than the unsettled sounds in our afterlife ,

he is his last chance 

the last salt in sand and ocean air

such things in sight we will never hear

 

mistakes we can never undo

 

distance set in from memory

falling impotent

as fools forget,

from embryonic pretense, so ignorant and fresh

so in need to fail 

And to fall into something knowing nothing but a relief from pain

we need these times to be helpless

to recover from our lives

we need more time to be human

 

I forgot to feed the day its dues, and as I do

I forget the broken gods that forgot about me

lending them my tapestry, or a song I will lend to try though these arms are all so small

 

yet it is here I write the hours down from my night,

the ones you may never hear

the ones I release to the clouds

ready for the colors come morning

as always you are far too far away

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I really love this poem. Reading this makes me envy the way you are so observant of your own thought stream, without editing, you pull out one thought after another & put them raw on the page, without trying to make them mean something, but just laying them out to see what they might mean. Some poets think they are doing this, but it comes out sounding a little bit like lazy gibberish. When you do it, it sounds deliberate & without restraint at the same time. These might be some of the most brilliant lines to ever be thought up:
"we need these times to be helpless
to recover from our lives
we need more time to be human"
(((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

Well I usually take a running start..lol. Margie,Margie, Margie...you never cease to amaze me with your depth of reviewing...just when I think I've hid it all too well you enter in and a new line is drawn telling and making me want to keep on improving. Thank you as always and even if this arm/hand never heals ..and it will...I will ALWAYS return and warm in those Hugs!

[Ranger Kessel]

I can relate to the imagery more than most will know. This is well put together. You have talents to explore beyond this venue. Just saying. Proud of you for this even though I don't know you. That takes a lot.

[Perdition]

Thank you and been there as well so I understand and appreciate the kindness. Good vibes sending your way. A pleasure to meet you as well.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Vague, vacuous voices chill the night to sharp-honed shards of black and white. I feel the bleakness and despair in your words- a solemn walk down death row alleys- ‘abandon all hope ye who enter here’...noir expression of a noir existence, or not. “He is his last chance..the last salt in sand and ocean air..such things in sight we will never hear.”-brilliant poetic nihilism. Chilling in the manner of Poe and Blake. An ascerbic, magnificent diatribe to the “broken gods that forgot”. ..lest they dare to remember.

[Perdition]

Thanks Annette..sorry for the delay but healing a paralyzed right arm and hand so only allowed so many words a day...Love this review and I'll be better soon and you're on the list...brilliant as always! btw Happy New Year!!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

OMG What happened to you my friend? I know how it is, i had shoulder replacement and couldn’t write. Please rest yourself and your arm & hand and listen ti what the MDs, PTs and OTs recommend for you so you will heal well. I will keep you in my prayers dear Perdition. Blessings sent to you.

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and wise words shared my friend.
"I forgot to feed the day its dues, and as I do
I forget the broken gods that forgot about me
lending them my tapestry, or a song I will lend to try though these arms are all so small"
I love the above lines. Real and true. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Perdition]

A wonderful review Coyote and as always, wonderful to hear your all too worthy insights and kind words. Thank you for stopping by on this slow rainy afternoon. Happy Holidays and Happy writing!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem and you are welcome my friend. Merry Christmas.

[John the Baptist]

This is a splendid poem, the lines filled with vivid images and an intensity that reveals deep feeling. Still,it does not lend itself easily to interpretation. The overall sense I get is of one who has undergone disappointment, even defeat, and sees life from that vantage point. The homeless man and the owl are both symbols that appear to speak of dreams gone sour and the learning that has been salvaged from those experiences. These is also mention of the "broken gods," which could allude to values of youth that have yielded to painful alteration. The last verse seems to look toward the future and an indication that a special relationship is part of that future. Thus the mainly somber work ends on a positive note. Very good work.

[Perdition]

Yes..My abstract nature never does lend so easily to the reader but then again I feel there is a great worth in allowing the reader that wishes to reach out half way to get their own sense and thus their own appreciation or lack. For me the first entry is always going to be in some image ..some of which are comfortable, some not, relay an emotion that continues as if I am leading them into a darker forest but somewhere in the poetry must be a comfort that says, "Okay..now there is the path" . You've spoken this perfectly in your review and I thank you as it is quite insightful. Never know if the task is done until I get that certain voice within me that tells me I have taken aa poem to the best of my limit. There is where you must he honest and hopefully the reader can feel the honesty. Many layers of what each symbol can mean to each experience. Happy Holidays and again thank you for your wonderful review.

[ZakLeonRamsey]

Now I know why this is in top writing.

[Perdition]

It is?...Well how about that? Thanks for reading and for your kind words. Like the bleeding hand image btw. A whole poem in that image alone.Happy Holidays to you.

[lightsong]

I read this few times already, and each time I said I will leave my review for later, sometimes You don't know what to say specially when a poem is personal (of course Your last verse just so deeply personally special, I love it) like this, all Your writes are like papers form Your diary, and Your rich way with expressions again let me think that this is more than a "poem" a book, we are speaking again about this :)

a world of lies, a world full of liars, when "fools" are the sane ones, and the real sane good-heart ones are the insane ones, and when we say "fools" we mean it as the ones whom are poor in their "minds" in their "hearts" in their "spirits", the world, nature is full with wonders, but who is watching them, and who is grasping them? YES

"we need these times to be helpless
to recover from our lives
we need more time to be human"

magnificent verse by the way, to be helpless, lost in our solitude, in the mysterious wonder of life, of nature, back to our roots, our humanistic essence to feel others, try to know what it means to be in their situation, to give love unselfishly, as You've taken the rule to be a "God' and gift Your tapestry, Your song, Your poems... in this hectic world, in Your still ongoing pain, You don't forget to do Your part in life, Your purpose, to "write"!.

[Perdition]

Hey!..The "Light" is on..lol.
Thank you so very much once again. You really want me to turn novelist don't ya? Well for you..maybe two or three but that's it..then I return and burn both night and day as poet. Deal? ..lol.
I am eternally grateful to have you leave your opinions Light...especially when you choose the same stanzas that I spent hours tormenting myself over as to whether or not I leave them in or take them out. It's that hard editing that gets me by the hair and tugs and rips at my soul so to hear you comment on that very same stanza is absolutely wonderful. Especially with your talented flair.
There are nights when a simple "if" or "of" or "from" will leave me a madman swinging from the center of Orion but it is also those little tiny freaking words that make or break a poem at times.
Of course I still want to edit this one, but after the exhaustion of just pulling the point of it out, I don't dare ruin it...though perhaps I already have..lol.
As always..hugs for such kind words.

[lightsong]

take it out!!?? I'm GRATEFUL that You didn't, this verse along the next one are totally magnificent, the highlight of this poem, I read them many times, how dare You even think of taking it out lol, read them again loud...

"we need these times to be helpless
to recover from our lives
we need more time to be human

I forgot to feed the day its dues, and as I do
I forget the broken gods that forgot about me
lending them my tapestry, or a song I will lend to try though these arms are all so small"

we might think that it's in our Genes, and sometimes it's a good thing to feel helpless toward it and surrender by flowing with the flow, though I believe everything changes even Genes.

BTW, I'm always on ;)

[Perdition]

..lol..Thanks..and this one is done as I'm already torturing myself with four others that i have to beat into submission lest they beat me into a dark depression..hahaha. Yes you ARE always on Light and GRATEFUL that you are. Now, back to bleeding from every beat of our existence.. heart, soul, passion, love, death, life, the consciousness of every and any cell that dares to father a single word into a sentence or worse, the poet's soul wrenching struggle of allowing a breath to engage in the opening of our emotions..as we will surely do, time and time again...etc. ;)

[lightsong]

I think if I didn't met You here, it would be then in some rock/metal band.

bleed, breathe and write~

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

You say I am so far away and yet here I am again....pain is a charley horse coloring my sleeplessness purple with coffee and well....you know...

[Perdition]

I think I do but not to the degree you are feeling right about now. Seems like the whole world sets a weird standard to this time doesn't it? Well, actually probably just a few and we're among the worst..but hey..There's cocoa in the cabinets if ya want. I'll be out on the ice...well you know how i get,,,walking on the thinnest layers I can find. :)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Hey that was no fair! what did you put in my cocoa...i wanted to go out on the ice too! Ok ok so the doc says no pressure for 8 wks...but I really wasn't pressuring you was I? :)

[Perdition]

No..Just wanted to see if you'd get up and get out on the ice..lol. I can see it, even the helicopter touching down to fly you back into the emergency room and all.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

you are right about that! lol but you know you coulda borrowed Santa's sleigh and 8 tiny reindeer... we coulda also done some ice fishing ect.

[Amada]

This is amazing perdition.
Keep up writing 😊😊😊

[Perdition]

Well just try and stop me..lol. Thanks Rahul..you do the same...always a pleasure.

[Amada]

You're welcome perdition 😊😊😊😄

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

loved this well done. Ive been off site for 7 weeks, havent got any pojo lol
maybe reading yours will incline me to write again.hope so. take care loved it

[Perdition]

He you! I've been wondering where that loud silence went ..lol. Now go WRITE!! and thanks for the love.

[Perdition]

*Hey you......

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

i still have no pojo dont know why
7 weeks is a long time not to write a thing for me
i used to write at least 2 a day if not more.

[Perdition]

So don't put so much pressure on yourself..don't let the words beat you up. Just pick up the pen and start with one sentence...something nice and simple and don't expect it to change the world...just have to start walking again..You'll get it back. And remember to breathe..that helps. ;)