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.

If this looks familiar, it was recently published on my own website. I thought I would also share it here too.

This poem 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.

In the later stanzas of the poem, 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.


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

    1. Long time, no see, Steel! How have you been?

      I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Sorry about that. 😉

      Thank you so much for your kind words. Always appreciated.


      1. I’ve been good! Going to continue the blog soon! And these words are spoken from the heart! Or, what’s left of it that hasn’t been spent in gaming. 😂

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      2. That’s great to hear. I can’t wait to see what you put up!

        Aww, thanks. Hahaha, that’s pretty funny. Maybe you should run a gaming blog.


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