In Merely A Moment

I slowed my grave in your weary light 

reading a message made from life's first breath

cast out into the source of its choking

I returned but again the message was washed and clear

 

“Come inside to your wounded heart

our sleep we can retrieve tomorrow where

the warmth is but a single thought away”

 

I dared not ignore these words

becoming a stream 

allowing, what we will beneath a mountain's slope

the rocks holding time and water alive with the sun and dark sounds of sparse lit Spartina

calling us to join in soft our sway  

calling us to lay our illusions down at all the illusive grays

 

I stood for merely a moment

misted by warm temptation

I shared in life’s pain with your absence

the hour, a dark concussion 

a solitude that owns a despondent stare

 

finding a way inside this door

I became a fool of stars holding you in constellation, in water, realizing

that this is where all night begins

in the waters I've dreamed so clear

clear as the stream from our touch

clear as the moment you would slip away 

with a hushing glare into all things

unwilling

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Many times I love the flow of your word-crafting, even tho it can feel like I'm getting just a limited amount of your flashes of wisdom. This time I felt a complete vision as I read along. Your words seem to resonate with the spiritual work I've been doing, where the dreaded EGO is not my friend, & I'm trying to learn to be more in touch with the river of spirituality that resides in us all. Your way of saying this is very different, of course, but I was entranced all the same (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

Spiritual work? i hope it includes going to Burning Man..lol. Ridding the EGO..Wow!!...tough stuff and certainly a deep illusion entrenched in all we perceive and believe we are and what we think we are not so wishing you all that and more...reaching the stream requires a brave hand and willingness to let go...and I mean everything so all my frequencies to ya ...VERY impressive journey and if followed with open heart and love for that shadow and id ..well then we are limitless. I'll keep my eyes to the skies for ya..lol. Glad you got a connection with this and seriously wishing you a sound and strong journey with worthy vision. Remember..just let go..lol. Hugs back as always...Now...off to Joshua Tree!! ;) Thanks Margie.

[barleygirl]

As it is with such a journey, this one has been forced upon me for years. I'm just now deciding to play along . . . *sigh!*

[Crowley]

Those two last stanzas are perfect confection and may the best explanation of the heaven and hell of desperation I have ever read. You have a flawless thread every time and a style that lends to the patter of every emotionally conscious heart on the planet. If I read you more than I do, I would want to put down the pen and call it good, to be blunt, you have a way with words and you build lifetimes with emotion. Just sayin'.

[Perdition]

Truly honored Mr. Crowley ...ahh..the two last stanzas, the beginning of the end and yet here we are in only the spring of 2019. Better pace ourselves or it's going to be a long, emotional year..lol. You are too kind indeed. Thanks!!

[Shweta]

Paciano,
Do you realize what impression you leave on people. Your words and poems are beyond my comprehension always yet I truly feel the entire write. I like the effect it leaves on me. It's overwhelming at times... Wonderful to visit your page and read one write of yours and reread it again till i get a hang of your state when you would have penned it. I don't have enough words to flatter and praise your write.

Just keep charming us always,
Shweta

[Perdition]

Back in mountains and only have a few moments to respond so....I would say..."no.more than the rest?" but I would also add that yours is one of the kindest and most intimidating reviews I think I have ever received. Coming from a.poet such as you Shweta I am almost tempted to lay down my pen and walk off into oblivion...course we both know that just isn't going to happen (hahaha)...but still the thought is genuinely there. In all sincerity thank you for the overwhelming kindness. Your review is to say the least "Overwhelming"! In wishes to repay your review I will wait till I have returned from mountains to read your poetry and review so please be patient till midweek and please know that I am simply blown away by tbis!! I will try as I can in response to such a compliment and request so.thank you for your kind post and words...you have most definitely made my day!

[Shweta]

Lord, now I have to be careful of what I say! You truly are spoiling me here... Lol. Enjoy the mountains Paciano, we can connect later. :)

[Perdition]

And am back...thanks for the compliment and need down time and then will review till the spoil is regained its rot and by all means go with lack of caution..we are writers/poets first and foremost lest we forget.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Oh my friend, this poem is greatness and sadness. We, broken and spent, wash up on nature’s shores to be nurtured, restored...until we dive again. You have written pure poetic wonderment, called by “sparse lit Spartina”, sometimes by Circe on the rocks, and you go to abate “life’s pain...a dark concussion”- brilliant lines. “ I became a fool of stars, holding you in constellation, in water”- have to bow low and wish I had written such golden words. Even your suffering exudes such eloquence and grace! Love this, love the love, loss and water themes. I wish you love-filled seas. This is a poem I will save. Kudos P.!

[Perdition]

Such a talent for reviews and for finding my favorite lines as well just is so very, very rare...are you spying on me??..hahaha. I hope you know that I have been reading your poetry as well and completely enjoying it..I have not remarked because well, simply said "I'm not worthy!"...such eloquence and sheer depth with sweet and subtle few lines are a remarkable achievement and I've always felt that if i can't add anything of value why ruin perfection....but now I must and will not because I feel obliged but because I feel challenged ..I'll try and pick a good one.lol. As always you're far too kind Annette. thank you ..thank you... thank you ;)

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I feel the same about your work Perdition! You are in a Masterclass of classical, romantic, mysterious, dark Wordsmiths that I could never attempt to gain entry to. I am a stark, brief, bare-bones poet who manages a few adequate words and thoughts sometimes. This is truth. I am priveleged to learn from you (and spy on you-ha)!

[Chris Shaw]

When I am in pain I look to nature to soothe my soul. I have always found the natural world can become my friend in times of darkness. I found your lines poignant and thoughtful. Your first stanza really drew me in. Pleased to meet you Perdition. All good wishes.

Chris

[Perdition]

A pleasure to meet you as well Chris...the natural world is a great source for rejuvenation and yes...absolutely cruel and forgiving and harsh and wondrous and beautiful and deadly and spiritual and alive...did I miss anything?..lol. All good wishes to you as well and don't let the name fool ya..it merely refers to what I believe it is was to be born a poet...a form of hell on earth at times..fortunately a heaven as well and our only reward..to never to be satisfied..lol Thanks !!

[Chris Shaw]

So pleased to meet you fellow poet. I love that you are a kindred spirit who finds answers in nature:)

[Perdition]

Likewise and thanks again!

[lightsong]

come back to Your essence and You will be healed, come back to Your essence and You are free, come back to Your essence and You are loved, surrounded by love even under Your heavy pain, I think of this while reading Your words, I think of nature and Her ever genuine beauty, I think of more too, in the moment of awareness, in the moment when You are completely bonded with the whole, it's but a moment but that moment is the measure of life and beyond it, Water always something to totally fascinate me, and Your piece here just an example, fantastic one my wounded strong friend.

[Perdition]

"my wounded strong friend" isn't that all of us truly in merely a moment we lose our innocence and love dares us to stand again and care..to die again willingly for the right cause...to hold and reach again and be bested for the most worthy of stands..becoming a stream is the only means for knowing this depth and flow...water is what water gives, pure and continuous with just the willingness to fall..it's only a million miles down...no big whoop..lol. Thanks Light, sounds like you have the makings of a pretty descent poem there yourself...dare ya..lol.

[lightsong]

When You know there is pain, it's not the good choice to avoid it but to embrace it, let it be, and then we can speak of another page.

"becoming a stream is the only means for knowing this depth and flow...water is what water gives, pure and continuous with just the willingness to fall..it's only a million miles down."

couldn't say it better my self, pure magic, it's welling to fall to the unknown depth, yet as I said once in my poem it's still "stirring the way up to heavens", as for my pretty descent poem, I was scribbling some thoughts here and there but not sure about the "prettiness" lol

[Perdition]

You know the process..first we vomit the verbiage and then we edit whatever doesn't belong ....the most painful process of all ...I believe you can find that diamond if you just keep crushing. It's inside you somewhere dying to get out...Writers write..right? ;)

[lightsong]

I hope soon it will get out, so don't miss it Mr.Right Write ;)

[Perdition]

Not a chance...and looking forward to it!!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I watch as the leaves roll across the miles and the grays begin to wash the skies. The trees here dance in a tribal flow as the rays of sun fight to their last momentous beads. I have no more time for winter longings or the sad whispers the rains bring. It is my time to wash away the colic. Free from the cocoon stated mind. Maybe I'll become a poet.....or maybe ....I'll just live intoxicated in the sunlight.....

[Perdition]

It is time for bliss and that comes with the journey...write, walk, run, build ...whatever aligns you with the better nature and madness of you is going to be that intoxication...so lose the winter and find it. You'll start slow but getting there is part of it and every bit worth the effort. Poems like these just need to be written and released ...It is a note to anything and everything unwilling to be on fire as I'm sure you can appreciate...be that "roman candle" as Kerouac put it in "On The Road"...I know you will.Smiles and thanks Queen.