Monday, August 03, 2009

Perfume on the Wind


Minutes –
As peeling paint demands the clock hand sweep at the pace of glass melting
Hours –
That stretch the shadows across the stepping stones of calendar pages
Days –
Named for gods who absconded late their powers lost to man
Months –
That fly through perfumed halls of future planning
Seasons -
For Trees that shrug the leaves of summer lately turned to rust
Years –
Where changes accumulate in increments of perceived wisdom
Decades -
Foundations bloom on dirt paths tread by the phantoms of my youth
A lifetime -
And petals fail to decorate the core so long left its own beauty to assert

14 comments:

Libertine said...

It's beautiful. Not much more left to say, but thank you for sharing.

J A Harnett-Hargrove said...

Where changes accumulate in increments of perceived wisdom...beautiful. -Jayne

Yodood said...

Eternity - whose observation urges such ageless wisdom to be writ so well.

Jimmy Bastard said...

"Months..........."

Now that's a line sir.

James Higham said...

Where do you find these things?

Pisces Iscariot said...

Libertine: Thanks for stopping by :)

Jayne: thank you

Yodood: a fitting and flattering epilogue

Jimmy: different lines seem to appeal to different people - I like that :D

James: this things are not found, they accumulate, like mould ;}

Harlequin said...

wherever you dig, keep digging!!
this was lovely and evocative; I like how you have these contained pieces braiding and echoing... I will have to have a different favourite line for each different day

also, am enjoying the look back through your two most recent posts...unloved was so achingly touching;
she dances... strikes a chord within me... and it also touched my trekkie heart, for some strange reason...
thanks for all this marvelous work.

subtorp77 said...

Decades...ah yes! Smashing good work, Pisces...and love the clock...

CherryPie said...

Wow! that is lovely :-)

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: I was digging in the garden at the weekend - found nothing but worms and dead birds previously buried after being brought in by the cat :]

Subby: Decades - I loved that song by Joy Division

CherryPie: Thank You :D

the walking man said...

As much as I liked what you did here I loved the way you structured it PI.

Pisces Iscariot said...

walking man: Thank you - this was a coagulation of lines that came together almost by accident - just required a bit of order.

Mariana Soffer said...

hi pieces:
here is my free, realistic interpretation of your poem, feel free to delte it.

untill seasons we could say that they where hunter-gathers humans

years would be in the middle of hunter-gathers and greedy power seekers

decades and lifetimes would be in the greedy-power seekers

The longer the time, the worst the human quiality of the people.

how come?arent they suppose to become wiser with age?

Pisces Iscariot said...

Mariana: Feel free to interpret wherever you want - your take on these lines is as good as any :) Thanks!