The Way

And now I know that I should die

for I have borne the continuum amorphous

the query that settles as the dagger into darkness

or swiftly into the soft side of the soul

opening where light has never known

for the owning of such passage belongs to its own affliction

Obliged, stilled with riddles through the wind and

stories that have settled beneath the shell

 

So is this farewell upon my branch

that flames through every state

what comes to bury is understanding

it is the maze dissecting the rat

settling in psychosis

wandering from row to row

till again, nothing understands as before

and eventual, as death shall come

the walls will be taken back with me

back to write no journey beyond their own

where we are backdrops mimesis

And there she smiles and I the sea from all its silence

the life that breathes into a flask run full

dispelled into the shell again

as love that remembers the day

that bore new language unto this known

Reviews

[Kerra]

I just loved your last stanza, I can feel emotions through out this write

[lightsong]

They say that passing away is more easier than birth, I believe it's true, and that at your final moments You will understand everything, but in my opinion the case is not necessarily always like that, maybe more of a conclusion rather than a final aha moment. of course I will take my poetry through the way up with me, walk heavens again and hopefully I won't down earth once more lol who knows?!

[Perdition]

"Understand Everything"? Hmmm...somehow I think that is more wishful thinking than actual truth but, well..hope springs eternal. And who knows...maybe? But if we are to are reincarnated for the benefit of Karma and learning....but if we come back only to forget everything, I'm going to have some serious words with the powers that be!!l lol. Howdy stranger...thanks for stopping by Lightsong...smiles~

[Poetic Beauty]

This poem reminds me of someone who drowns their self in the bottom of a whiskey bottle and not only comes close to death but love departs as well not able to deal with the drinking.

I could be well off the mark but many of the lines makes me think of this.

[Perdition]

Yeah, I can definitely see where you'd see it as drowning by whiskey. In this case, the flask holds that potion of life, reason, and of everything from love to the illusion of our slavery to mere existence, or that lot of being a poet,..lol. The rat is at the mercy of the maze and thereby lives within those four noble truths as laid out by Buddha. Trying to follow our bliss as Joseph Campbell suggested is a worthy goal but more often than not, we find ourselves searching for that ancient bearded being that holds the keys to our redemption, Trying to pull the mask from god is almost Sisyphean in nature. Camus had it right.."Life is absurd" ..lol. Now as for being "well off the mark" As the reader, you can do no wrong. Or so I believe the rules of writing relayed. Thanks again Poetic Beauty, Be it whiskey, heartache, or the pursuit of reason..drowning is drowning is drowning,
so no matter what is in the flask, YOU were very much on the mark. Thanks Again!

[Poetic Beauty]

Thank for explaining

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I like the phrase 'the life that breaths into a flak runs fall, a philosophical poem full of divine imagery.nearing death and a look back into life. It reminded me of shri Aurobindo 's poetry..

[Perdition]

Not Schopenhauer?...lol. Wonderful insight and thank you so much, Dreamer Sima. Wishing you Happy Holidays!

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Thank you and wishing you the same!

[Ruth]

Philosophically stunning, visually inviting, metaphorically mind blowing, written in a manner that rendered me silent in awe! This is breathtaking Perdition, truly so...I feel life's weight reading this yet an eternal answer that perhaps all is as it is/was intended to be...maybe I am rambling but it is an amazing piece of writing :)

[Perdition]

It was mimesis that got ya, wasn't it..haha, but in crucial honesty, a seriously beautiful review and one that captures the rat and while looking t in the eyes while seriously suggesting: "Tapioca?"

[jacob erin-cilberto]

why is it that when we finally reach understanding of our life and of life itself, that is when
the shovels come out and they cover us up.
Too late, too late.
such a good introspective piece of writing.

[Perdition]

Probably so we can do the whole damn thing again, only next time with more wabi-sabi sense and less tabasco sauce collecting in our cupboards. A simple man's philosophy. Thanks, J.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Im BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Perdition]

AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[barleygirl]

I do not know what your poem is saying but I love some of your phrasing: "the owning of such passage belongs to its own affliction" . . . sometimes I feel so afflicted, it's as confusing to look inside myself as it is to try to understand this poem. It's all become too bent & crunched up to decipher anymore. Sometimes when it looks this obtuse I want to leave this muddled scene, but other times I am content to exist sans meaning, which can feel as satisfying as finding some illusive or delusional meaning (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

Well poetry is best entered from the subconscious from the heart chakra and I tend to write as if this were Sanskrit or a Jackson Pollock postcard, every scene that enters the illusions travel down to a different truth..least that is the goal. Most of the artists I studied or admire do not intend an obvious transcendence in their work, they leave that "purposeful mistake" ..two left shoes in a painting of one person. Just let it in and smile when you can, doesn't always work but what does work
will reach a language hopefully other than "I ate my sandwich like a dolphin eats his rainbow"..lol. Thank Margie and wonderful to hear that you're alive...crazy fire rider woman ;) Hugs!

[barleygirl]

I love this explanation. I might adopt this approach a little bit sometimes!

[Robert Trakofler]

those familiar roads of introspection have very worn paths blazed from the many that came before us every once in a while a new path can be found that lead to a different clearing, perhaps for a new home or yet another seeking... but the affliction is all encompassing my dear Perdition! my feet are tired yet i still can't seem to stop really enjoyed the voice in this one

[Perdition]

For some reason this site is acting up and out on my computer are far as the spacing wise goes when replying. So, Thank you BB!! Hoping all is as well as well can be right now. Will edit all these one day soon or just leave them to the wolves..lol. Greatly appreciated and digging the hat as always! Thinking of going Duck Hunters or something more Russian trapper myself..gotta keep them guessing right?..lol. :

[Robert Trakofler]

LOL I have a great polish soldiers cap from the 40"s I have been wearing lately:)

[Perdition]

Okay..must apologize...sorry Queenie..must have hit some button...no sleep again but thank you for the review...what did I push??? Shoulders shrugged and all is lost..cool button whatever I hit ?? ;)