This Complex, Heartbreak Survival

The Gilded Shadow

The impact is simmering down, as into

a solvent liquid. That I’ll never hear your voice

again, but through a medium like

rain. Or will see you but in a lightning flash.

You are nature’s speech, the young girth

and deadly imprint.

I eagerly wait the date of your rebirth, in

the endless window-sky. Hovering cloud, really a

gilded shadow that lights your face outline. Waters

and land permit no elegy translated.

But a stark villanelle, facts rendered.

An indefinite, glorious seeding,

the element that draws us closest. Nucleus of

a meadow, the grass-tips’ ghost your

being. Bend me to earth, the only hereafter after death.

O shades beneath the sun. Or I don’t understand it —

like embracing a mystery hole in our minds,

this complex, heartbreak survival.

Jane Mayhall

– died March 17, 2009

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2 thoughts on “This Complex, Heartbreak Survival

  1. I had to come back to this one, because it made me cry. These lines…oh…these lines:

    “…That I’ll never hear your voice
    again, but through a medium like
    rain. Or will see you but in a lightning flash.”

    When I think of all the people I have survived, this poem captures all those feelings of the heartbreak of survival. I like that she uses the word “complex.” It really is. What a powerful poem. Thanks, sister. You always find the perfect poems to share. I love it.

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