Endless ll

Endless ll

A Poem by Perdition

I live in the threads of a web soaked country

counting tentacle roads

the crows and old ghosts circling  

my rusty antenna like the wailing songs beneath

museum airplanes stapled to 

their scaffold of sky 


A broken sign guides me towards the northern star

where I am waiting for a clover field of friends


The bones from our seeds can be traced down

to the hollow where the nights lay there trembling

and we are far too from

repair


too late to dance

too late in a fog lit night

too soon to leave before our song


I dreamt that it all came round again

that it churned into a casual wink

and we were slivers of saturations

we stabbed at the cold arctic air that renders

the tiny campfire


This all in a slow evolution 

this all that sends me into deeper country 

this all that calls out in name

I follow

my burdens are the limbs stiff in lifeless winter 

drowned in sleepless love


That backseat of an old blue cutlass

where I am staring down an

old endless road of Texas

© 2023 Perdition


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I never thought I would say this again .. but this is a fine example of what made me fall in love with poetry ... please note, this is unsigned.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Perdition

1 Year Ago

So noted and appreciated...your "list" is immaculate. Gonna have to try them all wristwatches down t.. read more
I find it fascinating how memories and dreams and fragments of life can be woven into such a visual delight for these eyes to read along with legends of others.

This one offers a visual reverie along the masterful wordsmithing.....

superb!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Perdition

1 Year Ago

And of course, I will have to ruin it...hahaha..Maybe a change or two as always the muse pounds at t.. read more
Alisa Js

1 Year Ago

You are very welcome.

It's been a while...lol

Indeed!
Some things evolve over time and some things remain frozen where they stood, lost in the past where an Oldsmobile was class and a dance was something we hated missing out on. Now just wandering within a world that has it all and nothing to hold. Very cool.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Perdition

1 Year Ago

Well..at least we can still hold our breath..lol. Certainly, time has enough left in the rich cache .. read more
Its never too late...this is just as you said...a slow evolution

Posted 1 Year Ago


Perdition

1 Year Ago

Let's just hope the anthropology doesn't pass me by ;)
God how i wish I'd written the opening verse. It is as poetic as anything i've read in quite some time. for it alone, you should be remembered as a master smithy.

I've added this to my collection of uncollected gems. I do have such a folder, printed and filed on my shelves since as we both know, not all great poets are so easily found in the other, more pedestrian conclaves of literature.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Perdition

1 Year Ago

Now THIS is the pinnacle of all praises and honors says I. We should hire a stone mason for the anne.. read more
Another masterpiece,
very impressed.

97

Posted 1 Year Ago


light and ashes

1 Year Ago

It's a rating, lol. I don't know why we do it or why it is even an option listed, as I am not sure y.. read more
light and ashes

1 Year Ago

quantify...
Perdition

1 Year Ago

I'm too young to be quantified! Thanks, never worried about such things as the subjective observer w.. read more

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Added on August 5, 2023
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