you are lost, as i lost
in your loss.
the seas of time have come ashore,
flooding and taking away all that
remains —
you were once there, drinking
the moon wine (it is you who
brought me the white for a late
dinner), and addled potions of
a lone star at my lone window,
it’s at the end, that it all began,
the turbulence of words (said
and unsaid) created voids, built
of a few nights’ fantasized storms,
you made me see the fire-glass
that only showed your visage,
your eyes growing pit-wise, you,
yours only – form and facsimile –
and i knew that i did not have to
leave, because you were not there,
never meant to be, and so it was —
a singular bulb fuse that flickered
out, into the emptiness of the room.
~
© Anmol Arora 2018
More of a frustration than a heartbreak — For dVerse Poetics
Also linking it up with The Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads
And I somehow found something to go with it. Ha! Image source (Light Headed 3 by Leah Saulnier)
***
I have been working on a new Insta handle for over a month now, for literary and creative posts: @anmol.ha.
For contact, you can reach out to me through my multiple profiles, enlisted here.
HA's Place 
Nice description of those seas of time coming ashore, words that created voids, and that fuse that flickered out into the empty room.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Frank! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
There is a placid strength in this, a rallying of emotions, a sense of closure; very well done.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That sense of closure comes once you have picked yourself up again — it takes some strength indeed to reach this stage. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Glenn.
LikeLike
“moon wine,” “fire glass” — beautiful
LikeLiked by 1 person
Powerful writing!
LikeLiked by 1 person
oh, fascinating way to convey these emotions, – the hope, the fulfillment, the requisite recognition of the fizzling, the loss, despair and then release!
wow, there are some fascinating metaphors and images here HA – I really fell in love with the third stanza – lock stock and aging wine barrel – moon wine! gorgeous! and the notion of being brought a bottle of white – then comparison to addled potions etc. Very fascinating, and sinuous. Yes.
this just starts to build such a wonderful momentum from this point on, after our very slow and easy introduction, rather hypnotic for its sonorous effects – and then, it just unfolds with such wonder; I loved the stanza about not having to leave because the other was never there – as such, the implications and layers, in possibilities alone are fantastic; and introducing the “bulb” image is also unique, and works well with the cool painting/image ….
I could go on and on, but I’ll just stop now. I really like this – it works very well for the messages offered and sentiments expressed. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Pat. I had a bit of fun while writing the wine stanza — I changed it often and it was a remnant of some spite that made me go with addled potions in the end. I’d love to get drunk on that moon wine again nevertheless. Ha!
It’s always wonderful to read your carefully wrought comment — love how you pay attention to the small details and their overall impact. Thank you again. 🙂 ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
well, its that adage, both god and the devil are in the details? 😉
LOL@getting drunk on that moon wine again ~ indeed, sometimes the moment is too good to be true, which makes it all the more bittersweet for the parting.
LikeLike
Your choice of language created quite the onion! I’ve read this three times now, each time uncovering a possible deviation from my initial interpretation. I really enjoy a poem that begs to be read again and brings something new each time.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am glad that you found it layered and could interpret different thoughts and meanings in it.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts. ❤
LikeLike
I love how you write and how you’ve written this. And the appropriateness of using an Amy Winehouse song, because she was like a bulb that flickered out.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah! I do love Amy a lot. It’s good to know that you liked that addition, There was no commonality, to begin with, between the poem and the song, aside from the kind of heartbreak that they talk of. All that could be found emerged naturally.
Thank you for your kind words. ❤
LikeLike
There is frustration for sure, as the writer searches for answer to questions that may never be answered. I guess some things in life are not meant to be, a sad reality at times.
and i knew that i did not have to
leave, because you were not there,
never meant to be, and so it was —
thought provoking poem..
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love “the seas of time have come ashore”. Some wonderful imagery in this poem….i especially like the fire glass showing the visage.
LikeLiked by 1 person
that is stark indeed- the bulb flickering out into the emptiness… where does one go from there!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for the Amy Winehouse clip, Anmol, and for some fabulous lines in your poem. I particularly love:
‘the seas of time have come ashore,
flooding and taking away all that
remains’
and
‘you made me see the fire-glass
that only showed your visage,
your eyes growing pit-wise, you,
yours only – form and facsimile’.
LikeLiked by 1 person
My goodness this is good! There is quiet strength and acceptance along with raging sorrow and anguish in this that makes for a very powerful poem. Especially this: “and i knew that i did not have to leave, because you were not there, never meant to be, and so it was” is beautifully worded.. I can feel the pain and frustration akin to the breaking of glass in these lines. ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
It is like a breaking glass — a deceptive mirror that comes crashing down and the shadows become light in the end.
Acceptance is the key to move on. Thank you for your kind words, Sanaa. ❤
LikeLike
it’s at the end, that it all began,
the turbulence of words – the start of the obsession leading to frustration, this line resonated with me
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a wonderfully intense description of one of those heady love affairs that lights up every fiber of your being, but flickers away, leaving one with an equally intense feeling of emptiness.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, that’s how it is. Very often, I regret to say.
Thank you for sharing your words. ❤
LikeLike
Ah, the fate of many a “summer romance”, so aptly described!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh I really love the way you describe it… the sense of growing apart, the words and the end of both of you leaving… great choice of words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Really lovely and aching lines. Beautiful.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I really like this, especially the beginning with “lost” and the lone star at your lone window.
LikeLiked by 1 person
“Never there” happens a lot. My was “gone a long time ago” but still I missed her when it was over. That’s about all I say.
..
LikeLiked by 1 person