Letter to my own refractions

I asked myself once

how I viewed this world,

that presence sometimes deafening 

sun perched and simpering on my shoulder

and in that ease and eve of the balconies where you left me

where you went to eavesdrop on some magnolia breeze 

my thoughts still breached on inner fractions

I staggered to my feet

wondering

trying to offer some understanding 

trying to give my brush to a canon's palette 

and then as if 

that wasn't quite enough

for a man's last treat

searching from sin to sun 

I dared to promise for love

and a billion other subtle things 

But they never really scorched you 

never quite the same

but then who the hell was I

Reviews

[GlendaK]

Perdition, so many of your verses put me in desperate search for meanings to words unknown. I'm just a country bumpkin.
But I know what I 'feel' and that is a sense of alienation, 'I dared to promise for love'.
I feel the author's attempts to salvage 'with a billion other subtle things' a relationship that the author feels burned by the desolation. The final line relents to fate, I presume, my own heart bleeding for the author. Do I say 'Thanks for sharing' your heartache? I think I'll decline. It was utterly devastating but beautiful as always. Perdition.
xG

[Perdition]

Well, coming into terms with my own curiosity and existence has never been a subtle or simple matter of questions over questioning for me. The average moment takes on several layers and my applications of reckoning these things are sometimes, or almost always a substantial wilderness as to why I am even here . I suppose these lines are just my mental dispersions returning home to their roots in hope of some unknown rationality of a strained awareness. Best guess I would dare to offer you….lol. Many thanks G. for your kind endurance in reviewing such a clear and obvious madness. :)

[GlendaK]

Perdition, I never dare to expect an answer to the great mystery. It would cease to be the great mystery. A great teacher said that. (student bows to the teacher)

[Perdition]

lol… Hey whoa now!! No holding my philosophies agains me? Although fair enough and far from it. How dare I let the mystery slip into pontifications. Thank you for slapping me straight…lol. ;)

[GlendaK]

pontifications (student zips outta the room to research)
Thanks Perdition

[GlendaK]

Yes! Yes! Yes!

[Perdition]

You okay?..lol.

[GlendaK]

Perdition ...I meant yes to each definition to pontification! It's awesome when I understand!

[GlendaK]

I appreciate you taking the extra time to assist me. This is important that I learn and I really do thank you.

[Perdition]

All I did was review your poetry and comment on your review..the rest is all you. Take care and enjoy your weekend~

[Simone Davis]

I feel this so much right like I've lost who I am everything I thought I was or wanted gone and I just can't seem to figure it out...I truly related. Thankyou

[Perdition]

Wow...exactly how I felt when I wrote this...a bitter pill to swallow but things can get better or so I promised myself. Thanks Simone~

[Ken Simm.]

The sadness here is tangible. Even to the wry smile.

[Perdition]

Well… it’s littered with open conversation ’tween personality and each one’s dimensional truth so at least they’re talking… lol . Thanks Ken! In mountains till Monday but will try to return favor before. Appreciated!!