Confessional

[Doreen Peri]

And so here I am at the confessional,
my rosary between my fingers, counting
intentional and unintentional dead-ringer beads
of who went wrong when and why, and when
I die, I hope I die amongst them all so I can avoid
and yet succeed by telling them off because if I did,
they'd scoff anyway, say whatever it is they wanted to say,
trip the day over a rock buried underneath the soil pretending,
extending, the spoiled recognition of it all and I am
only as tall as I can be when I stand up to infirmity,
I'm only as huge as I have been when I slay the dragons,
bow to the diadem of worship, my indistinct poetic lines
written in cursive on envelopes and the margins of bills
but baby let me tell you still, I've got news for you,
I'll sing the blues for you 'cause this abyss is my confessional.
It is intentional. It is as true as true can be but nobody has
ever known you just as nobody has ever known me.
.

dp.november.2014

[saw]

I believe in confession only to the extent that it's supposed to be your truth....I personally am not concerned about absolution....not that you suggest that.....I like this poem...especially fond of the lines,

"I am only as tall as I can be when I stand up to infirmity
I'm only as huge a I have been when I slay the dragons "

[Doreen Peri]

Steve.. honestly, I don't have a clue what the poem means. I found it in my archived files on my computer. It seems like I was writing what I hoped would sound like music to be spoken aloud.

I'm not Catholic, never have been, and don't use a rosary or go to confession. It was just a song poem about whatever it means to the reader.

Thanks for your comments!

[saw]

perhaps we really can channel other energy, and record it in some fashion...for discussion and consideration.....one thing we do know...these words came to you