Autography in Bloom

Autography in Bloom

A Poem by Perdition
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Title still a wip

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There is a wound I fear

Following me

I hear its cold infant feet

Niggling  

Like the grey backdrop of an atomic haikus

 

In the lightest of lip

I deem it 

Familia 

Innate in deed and shouldered 

In the shadowy bluffs of

The delicate eye


Whittling the draconian ode paralysis

It profits my soul


This autography in bloom

Burgeoned from some past life meditation

Innocently rumbling  

In the beard of my garden


Released to

Pluck the answers from

The burial sites of my rheumatoid cataract god

 

Scribbling anti-seed absolutions and slow weightless glissading’s

 

This wound at the door of

Ancient humanity

It crawls and blends

Exposing the fleshy agenda in green flashes of pain

I watch it circling high over my bed

Howling with fever

In visceral dream

High over my armful of wrist and

Pleading mental canopy

 

Its eyes leak a slow sandy message

Dripping  

Into the hall beneath the stairs where it slowly ascends

And I begin

Where I sneer this daily interview

Indifferently

Amused

 

But still I am followed

Though I never venture far

 

Just far enough to see it in my own affliction

 

Far enough to know that this is indeed a wound

Open to all…

Shy negotiation

© 2015 Perdition


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A wonderful blossom it is spoken in truth, dripping with despair, and I feel parched... My thirst impossible to satisfy... Yet you, yes You my Hawk are in flight and the waters of fresh rains shall be found to satisfy the thirst. Namaste 😘

Posted 10 Years Ago


Perdition

10 Years Ago

You just said that cause you just found out that I am doing to die….snicker…snicker……MY HEAR.. read more
Priscilla Sayers

10 Years Ago

Nope you big brat😘
Priscilla Sayers

10 Years Ago

Your Heart is Strong Heart
I said you can't remember!😝
This is great, I knew by your title choice that it would be original, authentic and metaphysical. You really display the human condition artfully well.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Happy New Year across the way,

What is it that follows us? Is it the insecurity of our mortality or the knowing of that something greater to be?

Even when we don't know, do we dare to take that chance to find out?

Curious,

Alisa

Posted 11 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Perdition

11 Years Ago

Happy New Years Hawaii,
Well not too long ago I wrangled with this notion that I was never ev.. read more
Alisa Js

11 Years Ago

I know that feeling, exactly....this year will be a productive one... as I too, will be pruning dead.. read more
Alisa Js

10 Years Ago

Your sheer sense of genius never ceases to amaze me....


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Added on December 31, 2014
Last Updated on January 1, 2015

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