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Click herepity these memories
drunk from a well of ghosts
a still and silent sea
in ink two yellow hosts
one ascends the other
slides then bends
funneling souls
the wind picks up
it's bitterness turns
glass back into sand
a turned man comes back up
cold tears streak his cheeks
he is not returning home
to a house no longer there
this moment unlike any other
will never come again*
* In another context, this is essentially the declination of mono no aware (literally "the pathos of things")
however as a concept it is often used regarding the transience of beauty i.e. the cherry blossom festival.
Wabi-sabi is another concept that has a literal meaning that applies, but culturally differs.
"Time is kind to things, but unkind to man." - proverb
Powerfully written! A painful memory, a climatic moment -"bitterness turns glass back into sand" (a glass shattering? or time in an hourglass revisited?). Lastly, "a turned man", recognizes that things will never be what they once were. Amazing how much clarity (and creativity) pain can render. Beautiful, even in its raw emotion.
*softsmile*
i said "could".. not should
those lines obviously mean a lot to you
hauntingly subtle.. first stanza extraordinary, but both sets of seven.. like brushwork calligraphy on thinnest rice paper.. and then
you pull out your neon highlighter with those last two lines
you could.. lose those entirely and simply move the last three words of the previous line down in their stead.. saying basically the same thing.. austerely
.. no longer there