in their dying, in their shadows.

In their dying

in their shadows

I will see your eyes.

As the blood-flow

            of living things,

dear white shells and white bone

fall into the ground,

mama’s bony fingers

            whiten the earth,

                                    where all else fades and leaves; daddy glissades in the ice

            picking flowers for us all, and soon they fade

and all summer

death around ankles

they are fish in the sea;

eyes, beckoned

            reminiscent of dissociation

of the sea,

            the twisted dawn blinds the dark tree,

over the hymns

the excessive slice

            by the autumnal strings,

and cow bones; death in different songs,

such as mine,

evolving fragmentary

and redden rots in the ground,

            the stones are pale without the sun

your face

is my own,

            your eyes are not mine

we bleed

            our paths

writhed in the tulips,

and their freedom

            to the early sea.

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This poem, at least by stanzas five to the end, was inspired by Sketches of Spain by Buckethead. I never generally divulge the meaning of my poetry, but I feel compelled to with this little piece–rather, a strange feeling I admit. From the instrumental, it brought me evocations of grief, of loss. I also thought briefly back to the opera by Henry Purcell, Dido’s Lament, where that alone was about grief and remembering one as they are before death and not their fate to be.

From stanzas five to the end, I explicate these feelings of connection and disconnection to the concept of death among us as living things. Flowers eventually wither and die once picked off the bush; I remember a pink carnation I picked for my mother as a child if I recall correctly. The flower died days later.

Memories alone are concepts, fragments of inspiration for me. I delve into the nature of ourselves, the antithetical layers we have of one another. We make or forge our own path, so we go this way, our own way.

Like in Dido’s Lament, remember me as I was, not my fate to be. I hope that was one of the themes I could communicate in this poem.

I dearly hope you enjoyed the read. Thank you.

25 thoughts on “in their dying, in their shadows.

  1. It really hits with a pang. Really emotional. The alignment seems to uplift the poem really well. I mean reading it the way it was arranged really brought out the feelings of wandering around thoughts, recollecting them and maybe trying to forget them too. I’m sure if that was your intention, but the work truly delivers what it is to have touched the doors of grief. I hope you are doing well. Peace and greetings 💛

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    1. Thank you, Shanyu. I am doing well and I hope you are too. 🙂

      I’m so appreciative of your analysis and feedback. It’s such a delight to read. Thank you, thank you so much.

      Sending peace back. ❤️

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      1. My absolute pleasure. I’m doing well, yes.
        I was not sure if my analysis meant what you wanted to convey considering how a poem can mean so many things to so many people, but I am glad to have read the Poem.

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  2. Maybe I’m the only idiot here, but I didn’t understand the two lines ” The twisted dawn blinds the dark tree, over the hymns”. For some reason(and I may be wrong) I think they’re connected. Could you explain them please?

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    1. No, no, no, you’re not an idiot at all!

      Poetry is subjective and it’s variant. What I mean in those lines is purely imagery of the day in its transition. I love using the words “dark tree” and I’m sure that it also appears in some other poems of mine. Someone could probably make a drinking game out of it. Hahaha.

      But, yes, I use nature to further delve into the setting of the poem. Now hymns can refer to anything, and it depends on how you see it fit into the poem. It can be spiritual or religious, or it cannot be. It goes either way, but in that line (and in general), I use “hymn” as a sort of song to hear that evokes a physicality to the imagery, a type of music rather, not as a praise to God.

      The lines I write in general are streams of consciousness and inspirations from other literature I’ve read that had a great effect on me.

      I appreciate your feedback so much. I thank you dearly for the kind comment and question. I am always so happy to explain my poetry, since objectively, it can be hazy in some (most) of my lines.

      Thank you again. ❤ ❤

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    1. I did happen to read it. 🙂 Your philosophy discussion is intriguing, if not enlightening. Very enjoyable post.

      At times, I like posts from the first few lines so I can go back and read them later to give them the proper read they deserve.


      1. I understand. If you had read before like: you have a good reading speed in my estimation. If you read it later: thanks for the explanation. It lead to this discussion here. Thanks for the kind words and discussion. Have a nice day ahead!

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