Passing Delineation

There is a litany for the dead.
The pine box, the urn.
The eyes dilated on the anodized plate growing wider,
Bubble domed tearless sacs, buckshot in the afterglow.
Needle knotted on the razed patch- thick thatch,
Black greyish blur,
Dust bunnies on the mirrored floor,
Staining the sterilized situation.
And the cries unheard against the staccato drumming fear.
We leave, but you are still there.
In that silence, unexplained -little remains-
Sewn-in fragments-white long feathery antennae that fell.
Snowflakes from you,
You are still there in the absence of blue.

Nineteen, Copyright ©2017 Aria Ligi, Mighty Muse Productions, Published in Light Journal Issue Three Solitude  

3 Replies to “Passing Delineation”

  1. This is a painfully beautiful poem. It makes grief and death seem romantic almost. For those who are fascinated with death, Aria’ poem will pull you in and make you dream. I love every word of this.

  2. In Passing Delineation Ligi both raises the dead to a focal point and renders sacred the language she hears them uttering. In an affirmative sense, her verse here sings praise upon the deceased, resurrecting them from their eternal slumber, as one might bring to memory now melted snowflake’s unique aesthetic wonder. Quite forcefully then the beauty of the “snowflakes” becomes for the central metaphor of this clever poem that speaks, indeed sings, the language of those who can no longer speak or sing. By Ligi’s “sewn-in fragments-white long feathery antennae,” eyes which no longer can see still see. “The eyes dilated on the anodized plate” are the ghosts dancing with the “dust bunnies on the mirrored floor” The coda of the piece rises to a crescendo in the final line in which death is captured not in terms of emotional devastation as regards its assumed deprivation, but rather in terms of what the living can no longer physically see.

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