EDENBRAY in EXILE – 41 – perfecy

‘Edenbray in Exile’

A Retrospective Anthology of 50 Poems, Articles and Essays

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PERFECY

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PERFECY

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There is no word such as perfecy

No highlight so strange as leniency

Nothing as excellent to the core as profundity

There are only fleeting glances

Only minimalist extreme chances

And a pile of August petals by the door

I am caught in a lift door for one moment

And the everlasting ash whose fingers point up

Strays braver and ever toward me

But I grasped the mermaids towel deftly

It was as I allowed, soaked in blood

Here is your fire handed on a burning paper

A howl from the deep answered  

600 the day’s dawn that brought me no return

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writtenbyedenbray07.04.2018

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Perfecy : perfect conclusion

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#Authors Note : I have been experimenting with abstractionism all my artistic life, both as a painter and writer but approaching my 70th birthday I suppose like a lot of creative minds, on reaching shall we say – our ‘golden years’ – the left-side of my brain wins more battles than the right. I’m pretty sure that is not due to any real signs of dementia or alzheimers and here I am honestly not joking. I feel, as sound as a pound which is probably not the best saying to reassure my readers during the current economic crisis.

I have always applauded the fact that – the bard – our greatest poet, was not afraid to create his own words, sayings and journeys of creative thought. Sadly for many writers his inspired works have become the conclusion to the tale rather than grand overture to a writers paradise, a stream leading into a river of written classics, a sea of – hey, yes well I’m sure you get the enormous picture. Hey, Nonny no – et Blackadder.

This piece – is experimental, inasmuch as I have created my own perfect word and then denied it and created a paragraph of seemingly disconnected stanzas which for me are powerful to the end of the line but in appearance unrelated. If however you are brave enough to ingest, dear reader, you may discover the line of thought which during the current mentally suffocating isolation caused by CV-19 I can assuage you, will certainly do you no real harm and in fact may aid you in your own personal voyage of discovery to ultimately find for a brief fleeting moment your perfecy.

                                                                                                                   ~ edenbraytoday

 

About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing, was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist - since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
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