Short Detaching Poems
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The footsteps of darkness,
approach from behind
On death’s quiet tiptoes,
to shadow and find
Once shoulder to shoulder,
the clock starts to stop
The future detaching
—last cradle unrocked
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
a moment
of insight
informs
tracing
eternity
in a
notion
of
consequences
detaching
desires
emptying
the mind
of indifference
into
time
contained
frames
of
separateness
into
reality
clouds
dark detaching with
bright sunlit parts
rainbow
multihued emerging with
magical glorious glow
Date: 09/22/2020
I sit beneath a sacred tree. Seeking no meaning. I just am
Stillness gives way to clarity.
I vow to awaken us all
Searching for nothing. Waiting to rise above this earthly realm
Detaching from this body’s natural state of chaos
Bombarding all senses, numb
Dharma is obtainable, I vow to obtain it
FALLING AWAY FROM ME
detaching I fade far flung from
my body
a walking corpse dissociating
my mind
trying to pursue yet suspended
in time
a nowhere place of nonentity
so numb
forcing snapbacks triggers whiplash
a crack
shielded by hollowed armored shell
I fall
© Kim van Breda—May 2014
"Regeneration 7"
The stories
like leaves
flew fast from
the Tree of Life
on each leaf
seeds dispersed
like memories
detaching, attaching
to others’ stories
breathing empathy
to walking dreams
the frisson shined
to still life
new life,
arrived;
regeneration
7
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Trailing crowds of shadows
Do we go.
Streets of phantoms do we haunt
Flesh and blood dissolve in recall
Of what used to be
In mists of time we drift
Detaching by degrees
Limping towards infinity
Void or other world
That we cannot know
Till our portal makes its close
And then it is too late
As spectral we become
To face our eternal fate.
The tourist shops have lots of stuff
Nobody really needs,
But that's an observation that
Nobody really heeds.
For people on vacation spend
Much more when they're away
On items that, if seen at home,
Within the store would stay.
Though really, isn't that the point
Of traveling afar -
Detaching from routines to be
The way you think you are?
Calm my mind,
I’ve had enough.
You’ve caused enough destruction;
I am weary.
I will move past thoughts of darkness and gray,
Finding the light along the way.
I’ll build a torch for the journey,
Seeing the light that surrounds those bright individuals.
I’ll reach out and connect with them,
Detaching from darkness and gray.
I’ve had enough.
This poem is for my lovely friend Andrea Dietrich for her falling petals of Rose post:
FALLING PETALS OF ROSE
Falling petals of Rose
beauty is not lost and goes
nor the life forever is utmost
detaching they speak renewal
celebration of life and good fortune
predicating ephemeral nature of life
reminds death and rebirth
in all the ways keeps beauty of life
I love a night of storm
When face is slapped
by wind rush drops
and the darkest greys
rush by
like
a z
zo
zoe
zoet
zoetr
zoetro
zoetrop
zoetrope
thats turned too fast
Grumble stumbles over hills afar
Sky filled with radiant
Potters scar
Splatters and growls
hide the nigh time
norms
Tasting rain soaked wind
Body surf the waves
Detaching from the day
Peace within the storm
A juerga with flamenco guitars,
With fires blooming like red flowers,
Corpses dancing in moonlight
The dance of wounded souls,
Vibrant red dresses
White shirts like birds,
Falling shawls,
Dancers,
Sky,
Claps,
Cubic
Movements of
Color, music's
Seeds, hands being wings
In shadows on the wall,
From soul detaching passion's
Lights, motion vibrating the string,
Resonance for a new dimension.
What are words called that cause
Pain
Suffering
Heartbreak
Anguish
Words devoid of
Passion
Love
Romance
Warmth
To become nothing
Cold
Detaching
Avoidance
Silent
I am speechless in my thoughts
Dark in my darkness alone
I feel an emptiness in my soul
I am without breath
With one last gasp
L
o
v
e
You poor stupid fool
You thought you could trust me
But instead I took your words
And wrote what you had coming
Detaching myself was my way of coping
And I told myself you deserved everything written
Until I had finished you'd wait in anticipation
I spared you nothing because that is what you made me feel
Until I gave you back all control
When there was nothing left I could use or see
I surrendered my senses and let them suffocate me
Gorging upon self-indulgence
while your soul lies starving in the corner
Dissociatively liberated from consequence
as the host endures accountability
Psychotically clinging to a desirable fiction
(an accessible and depraved fantasy)
and basking in its soothing narratives
whenever the tangible becomes inconvenient
Dipping sporadically into a permeable
realm of artificial favorability
Detaching yourself from that which exists
to experience that which is merely theoretical