Open Eyes

But for the ends, mending into your last summation ,

into the sorrows following your lost strands, bearing free

this treason by our hand

and you hear it…

the clock, setting its own tribunal

your bedside unmade, borrowed from a lifetime unkempt 

from slow worlds turning no one,

silently,

criminal…the

barren death where

each sin cut into sin is unplenished,

every moment floats us by

yet here we are tending to the stocks,

fasting beyond the hour

a sour unnourished meal, blemished and untouched

joined from the green pastures and cowering stock made up to life,

coined in our fellow drunken passerby's ,

content to just remain the same jaundiced soul 

poured to never try the world again, to never pass our

hours or to be such a fool as to be set free.

calling out into the shackles tailored for every one

a taste of wine as the world forgets

a simple pill for the summer lies

the small drips she drinks that mimic life,

melting into our fading faces made to feel like the good handled earth.

Author's Note

wip

Reviews

[gram linski]

Once again a ,beautiful piece of poetry and prose, you have a unique way with language and I love the imagery you convey

[Perdition]

Just a matter of pounding my head for hours against a brick wall- haha...thanks again "gram" for your kind words and a pleasure to hear your input as well~

[barleygirl]

I love this line: "or to be such a fool as to be set free" . . . for me, this line set the tone for your entire poem . . . I re-read it with this central theme in mind & that's how I interpreted much of what you're showing here. How many people dwindle into a tiny handful of stale reassuring habits, rather than to reach out & explore & try new ways of being. Too many are afraid to appear foolish & the hateful throngs are ever-ready to convince them that being foolish is intolerable (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

I like that one too..and I have never been accused of one who is afraid of appearing foolish..that much is certain so raising the glass to that.. Thanks Margie! ...You most definitely caught the flavor and as always appreciated. Fondly as well. ((Hugs))

[Ramé]

Maybe that is why I cannot stand the slow movement of time. It’s not the impertinent sorrow, but the death of the moment.

Maybe it’s all the bear dancing. I hear that’s a good cure for time thievery.

[Perdition]

Does make sense..haha..thanks! And another moment DEAD!..I do like that btw so thank you once again~

[Ramé]

Oh no problem, Sunshine. Told you I’d get here :)

[Perdition]

OH NO WAY!! MISSY!!!..lol. Welcome, as a humble elder to the cafe...look around but don't touch the pigeons..they're electrified. NO FREAKING WAY!!...lol. Well..so much for the neighborhood~

[Perdition]

Yeah..that was suppose to read "as a humble elder, welcome to the cafe"...some things never change..lol.

[Ramé]

... didn’t read that though did it.

Oh humble great one, I am but a mere mortal.

Oh dear God what have I done. Heh.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Too melancholy for me to fuss and fidget about today...Ill smooth out my eyebrows and take a limp through the sun:)

[Perdition]

So have I told you how sweet you've been lately? Damn woman..I do read your poetry ya know. But by all means go out and be melancholy in a tub made of fussed up fidget beans. Can't wait till your return when the sun shines like it should again ...lol. Someones in a SERIOUS mood as of late :P . Thanks??

[Perdition]

I was just outside talking with the maples and oaks when they barked at me to come back in and make sure that you know that I was joking as I do...Queen, I know and hope that you know that I ALWAYS appreciate your honesty and your wonderful input. Sooo here I am letting you know that the trees are looking out for you and hoping you feel better ...Melancholy is not what you are for so many poets here including me so thank you so much for you honesty as always and for reading my poetry ..All this from the "constant work in progress" :).

[Perdition]

"so thank you so much for *your honesty"..MAN I hate that when it happens!!..lol.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Im glad to hear it Joseph cause honesty is what your getting even when you no longer wanna hear it. I owe it to you always :) well now, about these words and thoughts...There are so many that just can't handle oceans of life and are more tip toe streamers . some haven't even made it to the shore yet to take of their shoes and squish sand tween their toes. some are like you and drink life like evening wine. some are like me and just have a sip or two every now and again...aw well Im off to another thought...going out to play in the flowers for a bit and maybe dunk my toes in the water. It so darn hot here... toodles