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Skirting The Waters Of Styx
I have no coin to eyes at the moment
as I wander the edge of these waters
Reflecting lifetimes flash amidst the waves
painting many happy times
there are no regrets
Only experience and all the definition it entails
Were it only once that death had its questions
the ramble here would never exist.
The walk of steady rhythm
more days of questions asked
...or the offbeat path
Gradual descent
into open arrival
I casually observe then immerse
myself with what detail
the winds whisper, the earthen promise
of dirt and stone
I will seep to the valley below
ride the open rains
for I know my home
what is earth and I...
ash or casket
leavens of bread
reach unto skies
from hallowed holes
the crevice of a mountainside
residing hillside lift and sin
Choking indoor plants with cigarette smoke
Jim rubbed his fingers along the manufactured paper.
He likened the glued section to sails, flipping it up in a straight line, back to the butt.
Dog-ends litter his life, as does the last lucky smoke,haunting him like a stalker, knife at the ready.
There are no goodbyes, O how he wish there were.
For every smile he has ever had came from his friends.
Drops his head for a moment, not once coming up for air.
He surrounds himself with angels who know better than himself.
The sound of the rattle,
the fuss at such an early age and the one here propped upon the concrete.
Feel it scrape against Your face old man, was his moments thought.
There it was...deicide
so many times before
Thankfully, I have known them
O but then...
the wait putting the book back
on the old leveling shelf
somebody cry me the story
page eleven
dip down into the ink
soak within in my message
as I wander the edge of these waters
Reflecting lifetimes flash amidst the waves
painting many happy times
there are no regrets
Only experience and all the definition it entails
Were it only once that death had its questions
the ramble here would never exist.
The walk of steady rhythm
more days of questions asked
...or the offbeat path
Gradual descent
into open arrival
I casually observe then immerse
myself with what detail
the winds whisper, the earthen promise
of dirt and stone
I will seep to the valley below
ride the open rains
for I know my home
what is earth and I...
ash or casket
leavens of bread
reach unto skies
from hallowed holes
the crevice of a mountainside
residing hillside lift and sin
Choking indoor plants with cigarette smoke
Jim rubbed his fingers along the manufactured paper.
He likened the glued section to sails, flipping it up in a straight line, back to the butt.
Dog-ends litter his life, as does the last lucky smoke,haunting him like a stalker, knife at the ready.
There are no goodbyes, O how he wish there were.
For every smile he has ever had came from his friends.
Drops his head for a moment, not once coming up for air.
He surrounds himself with angels who know better than himself.
The sound of the rattle,
the fuss at such an early age and the one here propped upon the concrete.
Feel it scrape against Your face old man, was his moments thought.
There it was...deicide
so many times before
Thankfully, I have known them
O but then...
the wait putting the book back
on the old leveling shelf
somebody cry me the story
page eleven
dip down into the ink
soak within in my message
Published 14th Feb 2020
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14th Feb 2020 11:39am
Life is such that after the rains are gone, and the sun is shining but less warm...we think of dead leaves pretty on the ground in all it's autumn colours...and there before us in the mists the sails of the boat from across can almost be seen. This poem resonates with me even though that might not be the actual message you want to convey. Talented write.
14th Feb 2020 11:55am
Very Much so Grace, the glimpses happen.
They follow us thru life and it's a matter of how/when they caught or noticed for what they are.
Appreciate Your thoughts and visit :)
They follow us thru life and it's a matter of how/when they caught or noticed for what they are.
Appreciate Your thoughts and visit :)
14th Feb 2020 12:37pm
Wow what timing, perfect for my melancholy mood of the moment.
Needless to say this was written in such humble, beautifully stark way with an added twist of the 'story' in the middle.
Needless to say this was written in such humble, beautifully stark way with an added twist of the 'story' in the middle.
14th Feb 2020 12:49pm
This comment from You means much Layla-Appreciated and TY for the RL-Humbled
14th Feb 2020 12:53pm
i gotta say for a 'cryptic' writer this was unlike your usual style.
It's all there...laid out, nothing more to hold, nothing more to gain, studied life to the fullest.
It's all there...laid out, nothing more to hold, nothing more to gain, studied life to the fullest.
14th Feb 2020 12:55pm
14th Feb 2020 1:57pm
Great sublime muse epic wow. The terms Styx and the phrasing so are eloquently rendered wow. Kudos.
Plz Pleez do read n comment my newest poem too.
Plz Pleez do read n comment my newest poem too.
Anonymous
14th Feb 2020 4:34pm
totally adored this.
am nominating for Poem of Month if thats ok.
am nominating for Poem of Month if thats ok.
14th Feb 2020 4:43pm
Means alot Nomoth, You are very kind.
I have been reading You for sometime-Appreciate Your visit more than I can express!!!
I have been reading You for sometime-Appreciate Your visit more than I can express!!!
Anonymous
15th Feb 2020 11:02am
This took me to the center of my own earth. I found some tears there, remembering certain things along my own journey. I’ve met you there on the bed of many colors in many lifetimes ❣️ I love and honor that cute star shine within✨💫
My Love to You Tracey
You and Your Friendship is light upon my life-Thank You for being here!!!
*** And that RL :)
You and Your Friendship is light upon my life-Thank You for being here!!!
*** And that RL :)
16th Feb 2020 7:24pm
Wonderful work. I love the contrast with the stanzas in block letters. Unique and worthy of multiple reads!
Appreciate You flying in Sir Crow!!!
Visually I love mixing the fonts for delivery...I prefer bold, yet, there are some who in DU have expressed issues with reading bold text, that it was a strain in some way, so I have shied from it in past.
Once in a while it sneaks out.
Thank You for the kindness-Always
Humbled by the RL
Visually I love mixing the fonts for delivery...I prefer bold, yet, there are some who in DU have expressed issues with reading bold text, that it was a strain in some way, so I have shied from it in past.
Once in a while it sneaks out.
Thank You for the kindness-Always
Humbled by the RL
Anonymous
- Edited 4th Jun 2022 2:45am
16th Feb 2020 7:38pm
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Ahhhh those sound-bite-stanzas
I like grabbing a few up when I can lol
Usually only fare one or two in a Write lol
Really Happy to see You here BB :)
Thank You for Your kind words and input My Friend!!!
***And that RL (I've been known to have a few of those-word on street has it)
I like grabbing a few up when I can lol
Usually only fare one or two in a Write lol
Really Happy to see You here BB :)
Thank You for Your kind words and input My Friend!!!
***And that RL (I've been known to have a few of those-word on street has it)
17th Feb 2020 2:59am
.........And no fare for Charon (kharon)--the ferryman--this Day, eh?
When faced with mortality, it seems as if the narrator contemplates the meaning.....the importance of his Life/existence as seen in glimpses of his past. And in spite of what others may have thought of him, he felt as if he had lived his life in the ways that brought him satisfaction....without regrets. ( Tho....who would mourn him, in his passing--save his friends???) Even in knowing the inevitability of his death, it felt as if he wasn't quite ready to let go...to face whatever awaited him beyond his final breath! ( Just simply "Skirting the River Styx"! Not ready for the ultimate journey!) ( just what i felt in reading this....!)
My Friend.... i have enjoyed both the symbolic and metaphorical meanings of this piece! And it leaves me with a somewhat different impression with each additional read! Your poetic creativity flows thruout this poem!
A veRRy well done to you!
When faced with mortality, it seems as if the narrator contemplates the meaning.....the importance of his Life/existence as seen in glimpses of his past. And in spite of what others may have thought of him, he felt as if he had lived his life in the ways that brought him satisfaction....without regrets. ( Tho....who would mourn him, in his passing--save his friends???) Even in knowing the inevitability of his death, it felt as if he wasn't quite ready to let go...to face whatever awaited him beyond his final breath! ( Just simply "Skirting the River Styx"! Not ready for the ultimate journey!) ( just what i felt in reading this....!)
My Friend.... i have enjoyed both the symbolic and metaphorical meanings of this piece! And it leaves me with a somewhat different impression with each additional read! Your poetic creativity flows thruout this poem!
A veRRy well done to you!
17th Feb 2020 10:41am
The time of dying, the time of living, to read it/feel it all
The journey couldn't smile without others
Friends are the lifeline to and for smiles
We journey, we contemplate, we revel and we cry.
Appreciate Your visit DE
And that kind RL!!!
The journey couldn't smile without others
Friends are the lifeline to and for smiles
We journey, we contemplate, we revel and we cry.
Appreciate Your visit DE
And that kind RL!!!
5th Mar 2020 2:04am
Hey Soul.......outstanding ink.......absolutely felt this stirring my heart........thought provoking ink......enjoyed.......purple luv & hugs xo :)
5th Mar 2020 2:24am
Thank You for coming by Flower :D
An honour to see You here.
Wander the way tis what we do-Be good to Yourself!!!
An honour to see You here.
Wander the way tis what we do-Be good to Yourself!!!
17th Aug 2023 3:26am
