Rest thy wings! Oh, my poor black soul.
from long travels rest on me.
Perhaps in time, if you so please,
a melody, your melody.
If not so stay a moment still,
tarried breezes, instilled needs;
my poor dark soul...rest thy wings.
Rest thy wings upon my peace;
these, mortally tendered charities
Want for your flutter's approving breeze
To feel your claws around my branches'
Enduring restful ways; indeed
This day I find you beautiful
True beauty bears much tragedy
Dangled things, these beauties (our deeds)
Dangling jealousies like
Hopes for wanting us, perhaps
For want of lacking thee.
The tears we weep I understand
The tears we weep they water us.
So again my offering to rest thy wings
Comforting and nourishing, sip from my leaves.
Sip from my leaves, as for me I ask
But one melody, a simple thing.
In that way we both receive
Always the balanced,
They must forever be balancing.
Wait crow! Do not leave!
Must just one pivot be determining?
As always, a single note, crowed?
One vibration yours? Yours only?
The cause of talons furling?
So even the wicked become uncurled?
Until finally you would have us all believe,
This Ones note it beckons me
Or that Ones hope it anchors me?
You weigh the measures of distant,
Against the gaining distances?
Of those distending?
Oh, the turned that are stilled
In-lucidity
Oh, the tragedies, that do so seem
To just be
Yet I know they be everywhere
Praying
These in whom hopes touching
Faiths denied
It is we in denying, we are tried
Tragically
For our blinding, hope is binding
The obviously
So rest thy wings,
Yes, it is my dark soul!
Yes, and you old friend of seasons
Obliviously
Coming from afar, bringing your crow
To make mercy on me
To test upon me
My poor blackened soul.
Fear not I am strong
Though long journeyed
One crow, old crow!
I could one hundred more, if needs
Sometimes hold
Yes, some times hold.
Now, if you, in doing so, chose to be at rest with me
(perhaps show your oldest foe mercy)
Return to me a melody, a melody, pleasing.
Lightening my wearisome lodes
In semblances, with layered harmonies
If not so
No songs to be sung?
Still, listen
Come close
Hear me
Sing
Pleas
...My wisdoms
Know they are many,
Like my fallings
As such, so many granted
...Fallen leaves
Them that imagined the breeze
Those, surrounding autumns
Leave
Leaving them to me
To these
Abounding winters
Songs, the Imageries
Symphonies sing.
Sounds,
Touting whispered things,
Pouting harmonies,
like my whisperings leaves.
Yet each one that falls, is as a tear.
Every tear that has;
Has itself been torn,
Freed
Father!
Surely your keen eyes have
From afar seen, been watching over me?
The angel I used to be?
I have learned indeed, in-deeds?
I, in whom, even in resisting
Who could not see my beauty?
Really, Father, who would not?
Perhaps a handful at the most
In all of your many a handful.
Pitiful!
The same, also I believe, would deny
True beauty bears some tragedy
And I, in suffering these, your Saints
Look! Even to great canopies
Deep roots are cajoling things
Drawing vast humidities.
So surely alive! My bent humilities.
Why would even one not see?
Even winter he dare not keep me?
So what If now I find myself so striven?
Now a taste of heavenly?
With favors I can retun to thee;
Refraining smiles from within.
Those hidden things the weeping kept
Per-chancing friendships?
Who would dare not share chagrins?
In divided vanities
Look Father! Am i not with thee?
Even to the timid, my wills
Oh, so self assuring
You’re so called Meek?
they also search for me
As a willow am I not a fitting refuge?
Creviced shadings, illuminating sanctuaries?
They honor me! My flock of sheep!
Look at my fields! Father!
What if I have turned them green?
Surely then in my keep, kept alive
Accepting also your wearisome outcasts
Those few handfuls, the saints you seek
Whom knowing not my first lie
Remember that first lie?
....Surely you shall not die.
Then let them from now on know to die
As all must eventually be relieved of flesh,
Blink of an eye.
Oh, my poor weak soul to blame
For causing mankind to race immortal
Am I to spout melodies?
Melodramatic apologies?
Send them up on pure notes of C!
As long as men breathe?
...Please…
If in my voice is lyrical
If within my eyes, gleanings herald
If so and I am now, so heralding
Am I not also deemed worthy?
If worths by thee are so forgiving
As I am yet a soul living
Am I at fault for me?
Am I not also, Father?
Your responsibility!
Oh, darkest of all living souls
See my humble! A willow's bending?
See not? The glory in my keepings reached?
See, not impossible!
I am myself withheld!
From once swift roaming to and fro
From a whence, long ago, rooted into earth
Hence, now found, Waiting! For your claws and beak?
Forsaken charities! For peace?
As if I AM within each branch, seeking knees?
Brought for Earth!
Damnit! Brought for Earth!
So it is ever to be!
Forevers’ bound?
Eternity?
father
father!
Father!
No damn you, not me!
Oh dear,
My poor black soul gets darker
crow Crow!
please do not go
A melody!
one...note, if only…parting
You
You crow
Only so much noise to me
Crow...crow
Did you not know?
Listen
Hush! Hush! And listen!
...Crow!
Come now, come closer
If you so will
Perhaps you’re coming closer
Perhaps it brings
…Our coming closures
Yes, still listen…there
That was so
…easily heard
Those poor dark souls
Yes we all know
Ah, did you hear, ha, ha
That one was so near
Again! There!
Another falls
Brothers
In my care
years
Years!
old
Older!
Listen!
listen
Your children
father
Father!
your sons
We Sons!
Gods of willows
...aye gods of willows
Fallen souls,
surely we shall not die?
Forevers' possibilities
Within a willows bending
The tears we weep... they will water us
Father!
What tears we weep
They Water Us!
It must be so
yes, this i know for i also
Father,
I
I...have also
been called beautiful
Beautiful!
Pleadings,
Prayful,
Waiting,
…disgust.
Now father
As you are passing
And so damn allowing;
Melodies, they will keep
By themselves
Memories now,
By our leaves
Now Jehovah
Now you may go.
Let the Willow weep.
Michael Perritano
Author notes
I would like to say for purpose of my poem that I tried to describe a moment of lucidity in the mind of Satan by alluding to him as a willow; willing to bend- The leaves are his fallen brothers, Oh, and the crow is Jehovah, passing by as a breeze... Faith is a full cup and inspirations are truths gleaned from each sip. Did you not know ones' sip can bring a momentary taste of the heavenly?
Michael Perritano
Written July 4th, 2006
A contest entry
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WOW I LOVE THE IMAGERY HERE.....this is a mighty fine write my friend
bravo
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Thank you...peace
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Very mysterious.
This poem, written in such an expressive way, is very subtly powerful and full of woe. It moved me and I would of never imagined what it was about until I read your author notes. I could of never guessed, it is strange to this reader to attribute anything other then wickedness to Satan, but then that does not detour from the power you have displayed in your poetry and imagery! It is a well written piece that reads like the old poetry.
It did capture my attention and left me in a mysterious quandry!
Very vivid detail and pleadings.
Bravo
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Justified Inc.
Thank you for your very encouraging comments. I found it interesting that my poem would come across in any way as portraying Satan as anything but evil. I myself beieve him to be nothing less then an enemy of God and, as such, mankind. I wanted only to portray him as having moments wherein he would miss his old ways, tose that saw him as holding a lofty position as a heavenly angel, and as such he might dwell on these 'lucid' moments, Yet, being who he is, these moments would not last long because of his vanity and need for power. This is why I started him off with a humble appeal and as the poem progresses so does his need to bargain with God and his increasing frustration and anger until his true nature is revealed at the end with him actually telling Jehovah that he may go now (as if Satan had the right to dismiss God)..in the end the moment is passed and he remains to his true nature/that is why he is one of those angels eventually condemned to death. I myself believe Satan to be evil. I felt it important to explain my thoughts to you on this matter, never wanting to be seen as in anyway promoting him or his ideals as anything but wickedness for they truly are. Again, thank you for your comments...Peace
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Well- how eloquent. Good luck.
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I did read this in its entirety and must say that's quite a feat! I pride myself on leaving real impressions upon work with the hopes that they will be seen as helpful and encouraging; the way they are meant to be. You have given this piece a voice; one that speaks clearly of pleas and needs (almost as prayer) and relates to symbology well. This seems to deviate somewhere from the soul taking refuge upon the wisdom and grace of the tree to a plea (prayer) beseeching Father (creator) in heaven to acknowledge the fallings, the sorrow, and the lack of melody (joy). I think this switch narrows the piece, tailoring it more to those of a certain faith. And the length is daunting as this certainly reads as poetry but in its display seems as a short story. I feel the placement of words works well for the voice given here; there just needs to be less pleading. This work shows expressive ability and a talent to convey feeling. Thank-you for sharing, Blue
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Thank you so much for your entry - I have to be honest I didn't read entire poem it was rather long and I just don't have the time. WHat I read is amazing but if you want to submit something shorter (alot shorter) they would be better. You are extremely talented from what I read... I am humbled
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Thank you so much for your entry - I have to be honest I didn't read entire poem it was rather long and I just don't have the time. WHat I read is amazing but if you want to submit something shorter (alot shorter) they would be better. You are extremely talented from what I read... I am humbled
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Wow, lol very nice! Very Very Very NICE! lol Great job, and amazing imagery.
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Wow. Wow, what else can I say? This poem is very personal to me, about the infallible mercy of Jehovah God. The last line has such crushing finality. This is beautiful. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing it with me.
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Thank you for the opportunities. Each and every contest promoted from Allpoetry, they leave everyone winners, in every aspect. In the end, accomplishments are all about the sharing. Again, Thank you.
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What an epic piece! Wonderfully expressed, a truly good write. I liked the theme and wish you well in the contest.
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Excellent and awesome piece!
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Absolutely amazing!!
Micheal,
This is simply an amazing piece!!! Your words are captivating and the imagery is outstanding!! Great write my friend and I wish you all the best in the contest!! You have an amazing talent and I consider myself lucky to have met you as a poet and friend~~
Shannon
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Thank you for yoiur entry. It reminds me of old works where Satan, heaven and hell, were common themes. I comment more when I judge. Glenda
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Thank you Nephlim, I will be checking out your poetry I think with consistancy if they are Like Demon and I'm betting so than well worth the time to read
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once again an amazing piece of work... longggggg... but so are my poems... but this was worth the read definitely GREAT job
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Thanks shzoosy (love that moniker) for your reply glad you enjoyed
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this was a very intriguing write... and almost lyrical...i truly enjoyed reading it... peace and harmony...shzoosy
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Thank you for your kind words they are inspiring and yes True beauty bears much tragedy I am flattered if you to put this in your file. I would like to say for purpose of my poem that I tried to describe a moment of lucidity in the mind of Satan by alluding to him as a willow willing to bend and then some complexities that he had placed into his natures well they get in the way Oh, and the crow was Jehovah. Thank you for yor comment and considerations
Wish you the best,
Michael Perritano
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Wow! Here's a lot of depth and a lot to digest. The first stanza really drags a reader in. The repetition of "my poor dark soul" keeps one plowing through the verse to find its next twists and turns and attempt to find the balance and order in a chaos that is intentionally there, and for all its intent - insidious and unsettling. This takes a few readings and a more confident soul than my own to traverse. Yet it is well wrought and powerful. My favorite line, trite as this may sound was this:
"True beauty bears much tragedy "
I'll add that to my poetry prompts file as well, with your permission.
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