The Audience

The Audience

A Poem by Perdition

A sip

a breath

and then madness


How often we live without

where the color of summer grows wild

and the autumn apple 

still nesting in the branch 


nothing but grief to settle us


nothing but joy


You came looking 


But 

    no 


I did not hold a key

I did not grant forgiveness

for the promise  you had already 

broken


And to you my little one

like the gray fox of the morning

whispering enumerates


looking for 

syllables  

that still may be asking



you tried not to laugh 

but then the language cured 



and  you understood

I had heard you listening  


I too had felt the painful love



In every newness there is a drink of gold

a wanting of life 

and a painful paradise


insatiable as the dark hands of the audience

© 2023 Perdition


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I am not one to usually blaspheme .. but Jeez how I wish I had got here before you .. where have we been for so long .. Neville

Posted 1 Year Ago


Perdition

1 Year Ago

Left turn at Albuquerque huh..yeah me too..Much obliged and so they say..lol. Appreciated Neville !
I felt like I was watching, half-asleep, a movie on Turner Classic Movies where the lady says, you had me at hello. A wonderful opening that allowed a dreamlike state to carry me throughout the poem without needing bullet points or highlighting.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


Perdition

1 Year Ago

And just when I was about to use my laser pen..hahaha. Thank you so much for your kind review. "Jerr.. read more
riveting. from the spellbinding opening ... a sip, inhalation and then bedlam through the weaving text of natural wonder to inner turmoil ... the quest for lost syllables, ah yes the lost syllables ... climaxing in the mind-bending finale ... a drink of gold/a wanting/pain

nightmarish thoughts to hold deeply through my own dark slumber
:)

Posted 1 Year Ago


Perdition

1 Year Ago

How you do find that thread of meaning beneath the meanings and pull until the only thing left is a .. read more
interesting .. enigmatic .. kind of spell binding .. lots of dichotomy of love and pain and grief and joy .. your poem "The Audience" (which i take to be me) makes me want to read it over again and again .. thinking there is something there for me ... i guess it has hooked me :)
E.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Perdition

1 Year Ago

Hmmm..what a very interesting take on this one and as always, Yes of course those that know me well .. read more
Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

nothing to get upset about .. we all have it .. ;)

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Added on July 29, 2023
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