Images In The Dark Poem by anais vionet

Images In The Dark

Rating: 5.0


My father died when I was seven.

Like a girl in a museum I'm drawn to his pictures - those inadequate reproductions hypnotize me.

What can pictures give? Coal-blue eyes, a knowing look. They exist, for me, like Cassandra of troy, full of endless secrets that can never be told.

A snowy, ice slick, twilight blue rush hour parade - hundreds of grimy cars rushing, rushing... somewhere.

Why do the details I can't remember haunt me so?

A flash of light, the tearing of metal like the screaming of dogs in a reeling, devouring dance of energy.

The nuclear family detonating with death inches away.

Everyone was asking, 'What do you remember'? 'I don't know', I said.

Sometimes, as I fall asleep, memories of him - which I hold dear - come to me like the ghosts of departed friends. Image after image in the embracing dark.

Why is it the further away you get, the more I need you?

Those images and that voice are strangely silent in the morning as I'm, once again, awakened to a world I'd rather have different.

Saturday, January 7, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: father,death,memories,childhood,teen
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 08 January 2023

I will not vote any # of stars at this time; 'the jury is still out'. bri : ) IF PH had deactivated this poem, as anais told me, it certainly is in place at this moment. bri : )

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Bri Edwards 08 January 2023

'The problem of distinguishing between further and farther is compounded by the fact that each of these words can be an adverb, adjective, or a verb, and has multiple meanings in some of these parts of speech.'

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Bri Edwards 08 January 2023

another alliteration (I think it's ok there is a break in the allitertion) : 'detonating with death' Do you 'see' ghostly images of 'departed friends'? ?

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Bri Edwards 08 January 2023

I like the alliteration here: 'devouring dance of energy.' I THINK part of your poem is fiction. Am I correct?

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anais vionet 08 January 2023

No, not fiction

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