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What happens when some one too close to you dies?
When in the shaded room, the high tide of pain abates, when the room is filled with final silence, when organic motion at last has ceased. The familiar face becomes a mask, no longer illuminated from within. You hold a hand mirror before the transfigured face. The reflection remains clear, unfilmed. The breath of life is no more. Solitude blossoms around you (like those chaste lilies that will decorate the funereal church).
Neither staying or going will alter the implacable truth.
you can speak only
in regret's sad dialect,
sighing your losses.
When in the shaded room, the high tide of pain abates, when the room is filled with final silence, when organic motion at last has ceased. The familiar face becomes a mask, no longer illuminated from within. You hold a hand mirror before the transfigured face. The reflection remains clear, unfilmed. The breath of life is no more. Solitude blossoms around you (like those chaste lilies that will decorate the funereal church).
Neither staying or going will alter the implacable truth.
you can speak only
in regret's sad dialect,
sighing your losses.
Recollection, in haibun form.
© 2012 - 2024 AlecBell
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Neither staying or going will alter the implacable truth
This I think sums up that internal psychological wrestle of how to respond with both pathos and inexorable finality (appropriate of course to the piece).
Though I've yet to experience this situation personally, a cold shiver hit me nonetheless, and I thought automatically of those closest to me. Well wrought.
This I think sums up that internal psychological wrestle of how to respond with both pathos and inexorable finality (appropriate of course to the piece).
Though I've yet to experience this situation personally, a cold shiver hit me nonetheless, and I thought automatically of those closest to me. Well wrought.