Last Fanfare

Vintage Words


It may comfort those living

in some ghost hunter mindset, if

days of burning oils and incense

in bedrooms make the dead content.


If you believe that the dead hang

around, worthy or not, you may trust

me that they are gone with the last

whiff of smoke. If not, then music

and dancing might make them



When I die, and after-living

happens suddenly, I would figure

I had been around bedrooms

and you all long enough. I would

stay and haunt, remaining a

few invisible weeks or all smiling year,

symbolic or real, if you burned

the right incense.


It is a nice idea to make happy

the spiritually departed's kin

with visitations. Existence

is organized with impenetrable

barriers so that any connection

is absolutely lost with family,

life long friends, and the absolute

strangers you loved.


Some farewells will be completely

concluded without wishes

for a speedy and safe return.







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Incense, spirit, and the

Incense, spirit, and the connection to all we touch with the heart. You, Allets, a "heart toucher" in a most truthful way.

...peace be yours always.

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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Death As A Part

of living gets trapped by the imagination inside remembering. Eternity concepts flake off and land like cold snow on warm foreheads. Never the twain shall meet. We grieve and want both levels to merge. History has determined that death is not permanent, the living have determined that death is not a separation factor. Dichotomies if this ilk arise when the unbearable happens.

Lady A