Tag: grief
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her daughter’s twilight
My daughter’s fear is – that my nights are lengthening – And mine for her is – that her twilight is approaching – And – as is her wont – she is again postponing – The autumn inevitable – until new winter’s beginning –
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on grief : a meditation for Renee Good
Shouldn’t there be a persons who should not have died hotline? An anonymous number tocall and complain about a loved one’s loss?Or better yet preemptively a web site? Where you fill out a form detailing their conditionand the ideal prescription you’ll never see?Presuming of course that you’re the only oneWho can decide if they live…
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The 6th Stage
fill out the form tick each box thorough enter start date including end date too. denial? maybe a dose of anger? me I’m always bargaining anew wallowing in followed sadness although i’ll never receive acceptance that’s true. check all of the above because I’ve got each stage applying all the time. yet amidst the transmitted…
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Grieving in Unison
Walking to the shops from a distance I espy A grey coat backed by a pale hand And thoughtlessly I wonder why Why would you ever hug yourself With one hand when you can fake it with two And there is two both crying softly Melded together each other hand’s held Grieving in unison breathing…
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The Crying Poet (Lizzy Jarett)
Your first words are crushed in the spotlight, Your typed sheets flutter like grey moths at night, Your words spoken staccato rat-a-tat, You recount a tragedy as if it’s matter of fact. Many choking blows, A final breath, Everybody now knows Another needless death. All their tears sweep down up and around, We all cry and sob…
