Threnody

some divinations in tea leaves dwell

but I prefer the delicate scatter

of incense flecks on rib curves, swell

the breath between gasp and ashen matter

..

furtively I reassemble the dissonant cinders

yet they meld in stubborn sapient array

the pattern sought, lady destiny hinders

granting one final passionate foray

..

each second embraces a hollow echo

our sighs shaped in somber elegy

lips lock, such a lacquered libretto

will to memory languish, lamentably

..

as eyes fire in this breath held night

we suppress the urge to weep, so fight

against the approaching call of light

then bid you farewell

sweet acolyte

77 thoughts on “Threnody”

  1. You own the art of bringing words back to life and how! πŸ’– I have read this twice and know I’ll go back to it, for it has that quality of bringing such vivid emotions and clear picture of the scene to the reader, as can never be read enough! Your imagery and alliteration reign supreme, as your pen turns to a sceptre, making your readers devoted subjects to such a spectacular monarch! Thank-you Diana… This poem is crafted to perfection… πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

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    1. Oh, your comments are perfection Lady Isha πŸ’ŸπŸ’ŸπŸ’Ÿ- and I’m especially happy you liked this one…. for I felt such a strong bond to it almost immediately. A favourite progeny no doubt.
      It began with a random thought of incense ash … and as you know, oh how we run with random thoughts πŸ˜ŠπŸ’•
      I cannot thank you enough for your support – it means so very much!

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      1. Hehehe, yes I am referring to just such a Monarch! Queen of fluttering butterflies inspiring with beautiful verses, little poetic caterpillars to make their way out of cocoons, and dance to the sweet music of rhyme!

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      2. Dear Isha,
        I regret to inform you that your letter was not delivered on time. The recipient did however, receive a sunny postcard from Northern India and was very pleased,
        Faithfully,
        D.K
        😜🀣

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  2. What an opening line! And then the sentiment and imagery to follow makes me at once think of Keats’ ‘On a Grecian Urn’, particularly at the close: “Beauty is truth, truth is beauty, that is all– / Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know”
    And “lacquered libretto” is perfection.

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    1. I entirely adore both your comment and reference to classic poetry – how humbled am I! I did not study poetry in my (predominantly science) education so will rush to read this … ever thankful to have a writer whom I admire stopping to read me ❀

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  3. That tag inflicts a sense of ache and loss and so a smile of hope…. πŸ™‚

    This stays with me “our sighs shaped in somber elegy”….

    and the closure … well my heart did some little sombre dance on drum beats… πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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    1. I heard it, that heart of yours is not some little drum … it is a mighty Taiko drum and the beat caught a mighty wind all the way to me. Thank you for your eloquent words, dear S 😌🌸

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  4. How can you render divination so exquisitely passionate <3. There is so much beauty and sensuality behind your lines. The words slide on my tongue softly as I read them out loud. A caress to my ears. My heart is magically drawn your way by some destiny spell cast in tea leaves and cinders. I love that idea. A phoenix friendship springing out of magical ashes. Bound to fly again at sun side daily.
    Ps: I would love to explore tea with you and Ivor. What an experience that would be. Much love to you both!

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    1. Well your comment is elevated to soar with the mythical Phoenix himself. What a response for me to read; how blessed I am for such feedback and your exquisite friendship!!!
      I loved your spoken versions of my poems … my marshmallow heart is still reeling from this πŸ’•πŸ’₯πŸ’₯

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      1. To this moment I can’t believe it happened; such a highlight of the year… and one I will never forget. From the first: seeing you all smiles at the railway station …😘😘

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      2. You were like a lady in a fairytale of my childhood imagination. A mystical, benevolent soul … and my opinion of you did not change during the visit. Such a pure, kind soul you are B! ❀

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      1. You welcome, Diana.

        I’m always browsing around and reading new and exciting poetry from all over the world. πŸ™‚

        I’m currently following your page. Look forward to learning from you and reading more poetry from you.

        You should stop by my page and have a read of my poems as well. If you have time.

        Once again, great writing and I like your choice of words in your poetic format. πŸ™‚

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      2. I really appreciate your comments Charlie! Isn’t it amazing to see all the varied creations globally; I am so very grateful for technology to facilitate this.
        I look forward to reading you the moment some leisure time presents itself later this week 😊🌹

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  5. What a hauntingly loving imagery you create with your words. I wonder who or what the inspiration behind this wonderful verse was…ah beautiful. Have a lovely day, Diana πŸ™‚ ❀ ❀ ❀

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    1. Kinda, haha! I have such a vivid imagination for agony even though in my life I have been spared immense agony (although minor upsets to an empath take on hurricane forces).
      I’m glad you liked the title! Interestingly enough, I am a mega Abba fan and I knew the word from a Frida solo song of the same title.
      I was just revisiting it, and was kind of blown away by the verses … feeling it to be rather poetic.
      Then I looked at the writers, and it was a Dorothy Parker poem, whom I love and am only recently just getting to read more of!
      “Eyes that watch the morning star
      Seem a little brighter;
      Arms held out to darkness are
      Usually whiter.
      Shall I bar the strolling guest,
      Bind my brow with willow,
      When, they say, the empty breast
      Is the softer pillow?” πŸ™‚

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      1. hehe I meant you are kinda good at stringing divine words together to make divine poems πŸ™‚
        And having an international marriage…as small as the world is these days, it is still too big at times, right? πŸ’˜

        Really, Frida had a song called that? How interesting. Oh my gosh, how I loved Abba, in fact I was listening to them the other day and thougth I would do a post with one of their songs hehe
        And how interesting the inspiration! Wow, those words. Thanks for sharing that 🌸

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      2. Yes indeed, this world is TOO large when it’s time to do the long haul flight over the Pacific

        Oh… and V….I would surely go gaga over any post with an Abba video attached. Oh how I rushed to buy all their albums even though I was too small to enjoy their early/mid β€˜70s phase. Apparently Australia was instrumental in their surge in popularity. At the time of their huge tour our radio stations starting playing Mamma Mia over and over and it was then picked up I the UK… and the rest is history!

        Hope your day is fab! 😌🌷😘

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