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Burned In Flames of Finality

I caught a glimpse of my mirrored reflection
but dared not stop to take a closer look
for I feared my eyes would be an open book
with lines I wanted no one to read but me
No brush strokes of my brush or pen
did I want to capture with my sorrow seen
It was an absolute absurd notion
to paint the pale countenance on my face
as I walked and wallowed, lost in time and place

Since no longer does he exist in this life
I sometimes feel I am a mirage, a sullen shadow
The merest gossamer ghost of floating flesh
I know because it's what the mirror saw
With the whispering wind, I aimlessly drifted
A dreamer without a dream of what life portends
wandering in the darkest nights, depending
on the sun to rise when dappled Dawn opens his eyes.

I didn't go gentle into the nebula night
for I feel jealous when moonlight fondles the sea
feeling more pallid than Luna's light
and an echoing emptiness washed over me
I feel as if I am an alabaster phantom
my skin the transparency of a colorless hue
Procol Harum's whiter shade of pale 
miserable that somehow along the way, I failed 
and so it was that later...

I went gentle into the nebulous night
without the need to hem and haw
without the want to rage or the urge to fight
for the dirge of death burns in flames of finality 
With my eyes wide open, I couldn't read the words
I'd written for they were blurred on the page
My eyes might just as well have been closed
for exposed was the room I'd kept locked
behind the cage of ribs that protects my heart

My silence is not anger for having lost him
without so much as a final word of goodbye, 
one last smile or the chance for my eyes to weep
My silence is not bitterness, just anguished awareness
It's an umbrella I wanted to open against the weather
That storm of emotional pain I knew would arrive
I chose not to open it so the torrent of my tears 
would mingle with rain, but beneath the gloomy skies
one look into my eyes would give my heartache away
If he were still alive, I wonder what we would say
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Kitchin Avatar
August 28, 2026 at 6:08 AM
Lin, such a beautiful poem, full of sadness and grief. So sorry for your loss and hope your wonderful memories will help ease your pain.
Lane Avatar
August 28, 2026 at 6:13 AM
Thanks for reading this one, Tania. It was so unexpected but I’m doing ok. 🦋
Rodgers Avatar
August 27, 2026 at 1:54 PM
Dear Lin, a deeply moving, emotionally raw masterpiece of grief, longing, and surrender. The progression, from avoiding your own reflection out of fear of what it reveals, to feeling like a "gossamer ghost of floating flesh," to that, heartbreaking allusion to Dylan Thomas ("I didn't go gentle into the nebula night") carries an incredible, weightful momentum. I think your cultural and literary touches blend so seamlessly into the personal pain. Ahh, the memories of Procol Harum's whiter shade of Pale " alongside images of the moonlight, the blurred written pages, and the ribcage as a locked cage capture the absolute totality of grief, how it permeates art, memory, and the physical body all at once. As always Lin my friend, such an honest, hauntingly beautiful piece of writing. Blessings, Daniel
Lane Avatar
August 27, 2026 at 2:49 PM
And you, dear Daniel are another poet whose comments overwhelm me with sensitive understanding of the emotional loss my lines attempt to portray. I am deeply grateful that you read my words and sometimes between the lines to feel the depth of my sorrow. As always, thank you for illuminating some of the lines that touched your senses most. 🌷
MITRA Avatar
August 27, 2026 at 12:51 PM
Lin, perhaps the cruelest thing about the Unreturning is not that it takes a life, but that it seals a sentence before the heart has finished speaking. Yet what you shared with him seems to have escaped that final seal—the years of happiness, the finding of one another again, the friendship rebuilt across the ruins of time. Those things the Unreturning may interrupt, but cannot annul. And perhaps there are farewells the lips never utter because memory has already spoken them, silently, in a language even eternity cannot translate. Your poem carries that silence beautifully. "Yet what farewell the tongue was robbed of, the heart shall keep, Wherein one vanished word still waketh through the night; For buried voices stir the deeps where vestal memories sleep, And absence wears his countenance beyond the reach of sight; The Unreturning may unwrite the hour wherein his footsteps cease— Yet what the soul once hallowed, no oblivion can release."
Lane Avatar
August 27, 2026 at 1:05 PM
You have a tender heart that comprehends exactly what my lines are exposing of my emotions, Mohit. I love your idea of a silent language that eternity cannot translate. We said what needed to be said between us. We didn't speak for 11 years and then we reconnected as if our friendship had never ceased to exist. An ex-husband who remained in my heart and I'm truly grateful for the 4 years we had when we reconnected. We made many good long-distance memories in those 4 years, and as you wrote, "the heart shall keep." He is beyond my sight but not released from a place in my heart. Your lines here are a treasure that I value immensely. Thank you.
Gibbons Avatar
August 27, 2026 at 11:13 AM
Hey dearest poetess Lin I feel this deeply you are enough... you are a very very talented lady in ink n paint. You write from heart n soul like I do... you touched my heart n life deeply and I always tell you how inspiring your creativity is to me... I search new poems daily to see if your their... glad u can think of happy memories n bin the shitty ones ❤️‍🩹 I have personally done that in my life ... always here for you Miss America always ur no 1 fan ✨🌹 Lin your a warrior I admire you xx
Gibbons Avatar
August 27, 2026 at 1:06 PM
I also am grateful for our friendship too 🌹💋💋 xxx
Lane Avatar
August 27, 2026 at 12:03 PM
and you are always extremely kind with your comments, Dotti. I am grateful for our friendship.💕
Empress Avatar
August 27, 2026 at 8:34 AM
Natural with romance and love, cus I know it comes from a sincere place! I also felt the lines "My silence is not anger for having lost him without so much as a final word of goodbye, one last smile or the chance for my eyes to weep" why am I tearing up? Sigh. Honestly those words, are not just words, those are truly your soul's truth! I felt this poem so very sincerely! Sending you warmest of hugsz. Stay strong as always ~ I know its not easy 🌹 💋
Lane Avatar
August 27, 2026 at 8:45 AM
Thank you sincerely for your comforting words, Ink. Having happened so abruptly, it left me without the sense of closure, but having found each other and rebuilding our friendship after so long... I'm ok knowing he sleeps peacefully. 💕
Empress Avatar
August 27, 2026 at 8:32 AM
He would " Linnersz, you were the only star that touched my musical heart with love and passion, you were right" Ah I always knew grief of love can create such profound poetry, so poignant and so deeply moving! I felt my soul stir and ache, as I read every line especially love the cadence and rhythm of "I went gentle into the nebulous night without the need to hem and haw without the want to rage or the urge to fight" I want to fave this poem over and over again my Poetry Mama! You are just a
Lane Avatar
August 27, 2026 at 8:45 AM
We certainly found happiness in our years together, so I'm holding on to those memories. 🌹
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