mourning the loss of all that's fading
lips locked in a kiss that can't convey
the inward ache of all that's missing
under light turned dark there's no solace
cries of loneliness echo your name
retreating to shadows of feeling
a blind reference missing its frame
each thought more pointed than truthfulness
that flies in the face of abstraction
tomorrow whispers impermanence
of life, of love, of interaction
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whew...you make the loss...the missing palpanle....
ReplyDeleteimpermenence def echoes....
as nothing lasts
as we
are oft reminded
those echoes know how to reverberate.
Deletethe loss is part of impermanence of life ~ how easy to say that but i can imagine the loss is still heartbreaking ~ have a good week ~
ReplyDeletesuch is he impermanence of life . . . you have a great week too.
DeleteLove this, though it's sad, time is a like those millstones grinding us down.. gradually, while we lament the losses...
ReplyDeleteyes a lot like those millstones . . .
DeleteYou managed to convey the loss and the pain so well! 'Under light turned dark there is no solace' - I think it is my favorite line.
ReplyDeleteThanks Gabriella, it's always great to see what resonates with others.
DeleteLove lost and yearned for! Life can be full of such trials and tribulations. Feeling sick now but one laughs it off later. Nicely Kathryn!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thanks Hank :)
DeleteThe sense of loss here is palpable--but such a beautiful write
ReplyDeleteThanks Audrey :)
DeleteLoss is so painful...Your words convey that with such beauty...
ReplyDeleteThanks Susie, this was a hard write.
DeleteIt directly tugs at the heart and the pain, agony is felt very clearly, very nicely written
ReplyDeleteThanks Vandana
DeleteO Kathryn, this one is as deep as your art, deeper when it starts with that kiss so evocative of absence of what was full. Took me back to places that no longer hurt because I had forgotten the immediacy of them. One stanza into your poem and I was there again. No solace, and in the moment all antennae and feelers look for something to lean on. Perhaps the pattern of loss and impermanence is a pillar to lean on, but only as a last resort. Beautiful writing.
ReplyDeleteThis is so poignant, so achingly lovely... "retreating to shadows of feeling
ReplyDeletea blind reference missing its frame" is just fabulous.
Loss is with us throughout life, it makes us and breaks us and makes us again. You did a beautiful job of conveying that.
Strange how you always know even before it happens. Like the song says "It's always in the kiss"
ReplyDeleteLife can be funny that way. :)
DeleteBeautiful write filled with such powerful emotion. 'Lips locked in a kiss that can't convey the inward ache of all that's missing'. You can feel so much in a kiss. You conveyed your emotion well.
ReplyDeleteThanks Torie, a kiss can speak volumes.
DeleteThere is a sustained elegance to your writing. I so enjoyed reading each stanza, and the final two lines are especially memorable.
ReplyDeleteThanks for such a lovely comment . . . don't think my writing has ever been referred to as elegant before. :)
DeleteYes, now what do you do? breathe in the new? ...of course, what else can you do! Nice piece from the heart!
ReplyDeleteZQ
Thank you . . . yes one breath at a time.
Deletethe holding, mourning...the kiss that cannot convey the ache... think i feel it most in that image with the kiss...
ReplyDeleteYou've left my soul dancing somewhere between loss and losing while having had is worth the pain... The heart of the words and the image are perfect halves of each other.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I just stopped by your Etsy shop; your work is fantastic! I might be half in lust and all in love with "Dark & Stormy Night."
DeleteSubtle rhyme scheme, the themes of love and loss are conveyed with warmth, elegance, and a quiet dignity.
ReplyDeleteThank you . . . what a lovely comment.
Delete"mourning the loss of all that's fading...." perhaps the worst pain of all, while still "having" but feeling the "losing".......prescient grief.
ReplyDeleteeach line resonates - I can't pick just one ~
ReplyDeleteThanks Michael, I had to sit with this one a while.
DeleteYour image captivated me. I am a writer and an artist, recently working in encaustics. The pic you chose looks like a moment in that process when an underlying wax layer has a lower melting point than the pigment heavy layers above. Never thought of macro-photographing that. Now I surely will!
ReplyDeleteThanks Kim. This was an image I took last winter of a cracked ice, a piece of which was heart shaped. I then layered a cloud image over the top of it. I love it when work inspires others.
Deletethoughts more pointed than truthfulness... that makes me think. very lovely.
ReplyDeleteIt's heartbreaking to deal with loss and impermanence of life...so painful ..you've conveyed it with much grace..."tomorrow whispers impermanence / of life, of love, of interaction"...what can be truer than that?....
ReplyDeleteThose last four lines...sigh, and such rich color in the image!
ReplyDeleteyes, nothing lasts. how beautiful to celebrate what is as you have done.
ReplyDeleteYour words urge us on not to waste a second of our lives.
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