De-Parted
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De-Parted
Sharp is the knife that cuts
as fine as her finest hair,
separating cutaneous junk
from crustaceous time;
redefining shape and form;
accelerating change;
closing on horizons;
unknowingly
preparing eyes for tears.
She smiles a wistful smile;
is divinely unaware
her last moment of normality
is entering the lens –
parallel proton lines
diverging into time,
captured on silicon
permanently –
as far as the eye can see.
Sharp is the knife that cuts
deep inside a parent heart,
dividing sinew from sentiment,
ventricle from heartache.
Fine incisions to part
evil from perfection –
cellular dissection
surgically
exchanging months for years.
Paper gains such value
from one remaining image …
evaporated ink, like dried blood,
smeared in that special way.
Pixels are all alone –
brushed, rouge, as her cheek –
painted, unparalleled,
tragically
mirroring fading dreams.
© Allen Ansell 2008, 2021,2022
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Fellow UKAuthor to Allen, ‘Orangedream’ said of this – “Dear Allen – I have read this through, time and time again, trying to pick a favourite line, a favourite stanza, but it is impossible to choose. Every time I read it, I get something fresh from it. And of what of next time? A poignant and meaningful poem, expertly crafted.”
I always admire people who can write such great poem that captures the mind of the reader. Throughout the poem i was creating images on my head on the whole story. My favorite lines are “She smiles a wistful smile;
is divinely unaware
her last moment of normality
is entering the lens –
parallel proton lines
diverging into time,
captured on silicon
permanently –
as far as the eye can see”
I am just getting my mind together while I write this. The poem is so extravagant. The third stanza takes it to a whole other level according to me. So deep, that not everyone can understand, I would just say it is another feather in your hat.
Thank you Mike for your comment. I very much appreciate it.
Allen