Never the same

Then 

came the hour 

of wounded light 

when 

all was gone 

portioned to recurrent voices

where the stars would embrace their end

as if to wrong the right deranged

for this darkness all but 

aborted 

It was here 

here where I walked my wounds 

the mindless road 

step over step gone by

Here is where I tried to understand

when the last bit of night abandoned

me 

And as if two lovers 

we moaned each footstep slowly 

groaning through the 

orchard of colors

the stuttering of fall

It was here on this road

I reflected 

It was here that

I strolled beside the bits and words

and all that noble roam to follow

Here 

is where I saw

I was once of tapestry 

and a witness to the lighthouse 

Here

the same as you

two pretending as pawns do

among the colors of the congregation

But who could’ve seen, known or spoke in 

such a thing

that I should never return 

never the same 

But then came the hour 

the wounded house of light

when night fled away  

and all from what seemed right

in all but once was tapestry

had gone

But who could’ve known

or spoke of such a 

thing, that I should never return 

Never the same 

again

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

This piece moves with a quiet, wounded light.
Your imagery of roads, tapestries, and fading night carries a soft ache.
The return to “never the same” feels inevitable and true.

[Perdition]

How the rain falls for every soul in their travel, a tapestry that came from a place unknown and feeling. Of course, it fell into words that I can't hold responsible for, as I felt, as always, poetry happens to the poet, and how fortunate we are to have such divinity raining down a light that guides. Namaste~

[Amy R]

Another meaningful poem, nothing is ever the same in this life, no matter how closed it happened in time..
You aced this one, something about your words, pull me like a magnet, but I know it's similar to what I enjoy reading. Maybe similar to mine to? Lol

The imagery of light and darkness symbolizes hope and despair, while the mention of "tapestry" suggests a complex, woven narrative of experiences and emotions.

Phrases like “mindless road” and “groaning through” create a musical quality that enhances the reading experience.

NICELY PENNED.
-Amy

[Perdition]

Now, how then am I to follow such a grand set of thoughts settled and wondrous of the night, you've gauged the wound and followed in abstractions, and how grateful the tapestry of your light. To you and your every word, a wonderful abyss that set me at the edge of appreciation. As always, Amy, deep ends of my marrow~ Thank you so much!

[Amy R]

Wow, you are always so kind, very welcome!
Looking forward to more of your poems.

[Seriana]

I love this. It is though I am in my own mind rambling the thoughts out, mind to paper. Your style is the kind that I enjoy. Real, raw.

Nothing is ever the same, is it? Thank you for sharing a side of you that we can relate to. Nicely done!

[Perdition]

Been away but thank you so much for these kind words. Such things as mind to paper can roam almost more steps than I dare say necessary...I wonder the future of my pages and whether my walks will ever be the same. Thank you Seriana~

[living lavender]

loved the emotion hidden within each line.
my favorite part:
"we moaned each footstep slowly
groaning through the
orchard of colors"
{wordplay was enchanting.}

[Perdition]

Aww...Thank you so much for stopping by on Christmas..best present EVUH! And a Merry Christmas...hope you got me an eraser for Christmas to you as well..lol. Thank you "living lavender" .I actually forgot I wrote this poem..Wow?..I really did??. Ah well ..A NEW YEAR A COMING!! ;).

[living lavender]

hahaha :) any time.
it was a joy to read.
hope you have a wonderful christmas!