In the Ashes of Something

Hypothetical. Written to unnerve another cat. Revive the pain.

 in the ashes of something

i still linger, i rescind

beyond burning, beyond pain

pulverized, crushed

scattered in your thoughts

smeared upon the forehead

of our sad, still born love

 waiting for a puff of crematory wind

to wipe my greyish hue

from the brilliance of your horizon

from the vacuousness of

what was, yet never could be

to a place of forged silences

devoid of all worldly passion

that will leave us forever 

burning and yearning

for an impossible, untenable

 kind of resurrection

 in the ashes of your regrets

i still linger, i rescind

Author's Note

Needs deep diving here. Thank you.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the love is dead, but she is haunting him...she is a phoenix who rose from their ashes to not only move on very well from the hurt, she left an imprint upon him...like the ashes of Ash Wednesday, figuratively upon the forehead of his memory...
his loss....her resurrection.
interesting and many layers here...really like this write.
j.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Thank you J. I love that you visited this poem and found it interesting. Most of my poems are in a lighter vein as I am ditzy so this one was a bit different. :)

[Jibey]

Ashes, burning, cremation... this is a brisk and paradoxically energetic self-immolation, with a pall of sadness hanging over the flickering flames. A shame to think of rescinding the feelings that were longed for but never were... better to scatter them on the river of life and let them float with the flow.

I was moved by the pain of this, as though the poet fears that love is impossible and prefers to feed its embryo into the incinerator before it gets a hold.

Or maybe it's just a romantic mind playing with the macabre gothicism of grayeyards and murky gardens of remembrance..

Or, after all, it expresses the sorrow of a heart that has played and lost, whose crushed feelings linger like smoldering ashes...

I think I'm drowning..

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Dives in to the rescue. It was just the romantic mind on an unbusy afternoon, playing in the fanciful gardens of remembrance. So we’re right there. No chance of drowning. (Pulls you to safety. Phew!)

Thank you my dear Jibey! So appreciated! 😻

[Suhd]

A beautiful expression is what this is. Bravo

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Thank you Suhd. Doing cartwheels:)

[Ardra]

what was, yet never could be
to a place of forged silences

Love these lines.. and all of it...the ashes part
A gem of little poem... it speaks to me a lot...
Thanks for writing it...

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Thank you Ardra. I am grateful for your support. I am grateful too that I could take you a place you liked...