Visions of Absence
In darkness filled with the light of memories,
I call out in a voice that carries no weight.
The silence of your response echoes
in scenes that play out before me,
moments always out of reach but never
far from my mind, even in waking dreams
when I know you are gone but always
with me. The separation of decades
knows no distance, whether dreaming
or awake. Day and night are the same,
your absence all the difference.
This is my response to dVerse – Poetics – Fractals, the prompt from Lisa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a poem using “fractal poetics.” Alice Fulton describes this as exploring the structure of free verse as “a dynamic, turbulent form between perfect chaos and perfect order,” here.
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Ken, what a perfect image you chose to represent what you have wordsmithed. My mind isn’t up to constructing the fractal poetry described in the examples used, but you have accomplished it seamlessly. The message held within your poem is and will be forever for the situation. I think you and Rob had it right, likening fractals to love.
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🙂 Thank you, Lisa.
And thank you for the prompt.
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You are welcome. My pleasure on the prompt. Your poem is a keeper.
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Interesting format!
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I really like what you did here, Ken. The silence of absence haunts us all.
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I will one day try to understand fractal poetry. But the story you weave is very moving.
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I like how you move from dream state to the reality expressed in the final lines. Yes, we miss those we love all the time, but sometimes it’s different in dreams, or there’s hope that it is.
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“Day and night are the same,
your absence all the difference.”
Lovely poem, I enjoyed the above lines. 🙂
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Even just the title, this really drew me in, the subject close to the heart.
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Feeling that duality between chaos and order, very stirring and heartfelt write! 👏👏
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How poignant and touching this is.
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Wonderful. The soul’s longing over the years makes this heart wrenching.
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