Poetry Blogs (grief)

It’s increasingly hard to be mindful
The moment’s a beauty but the future’s a minefield 
I’ve seen my parents lose theirs, grief alter their foundations
It squeezed youth’s last breaths from their necks
turned to face me and told me that I’m next. 

Sadness I can take, but it’s the loss
How can I ever push through the feeling of being robbed 
Consumed by a weakness that my parents never kn...

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Resting his knee,
he holds his face
to bury his sobs
as she is laid to rest

We hold hands
as I gently squeeze
knowing too well 
this may be our last embrace

Feeling his warmth,
his mighty strong hands,
he held us together 
when she left this land

It’s only one slip away 
before you’re gone too soon

On the drive home, 
our last goodbye became true

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They took her exuberance and fled away

Let her sink in never ending milky way

Prancing here and there with utmost misery

She couldn't resist, merely

they are her love once again 

Only thing she can do 

Sway away from mighty grief and never go back again

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My cat pressed his face urgently into mine

and called a deep, throaty cry,

and I cried for the boy who never was.

A knot of grief unraveled with my tears.

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It was, too soon, too quick and you were gone.
We set adrift upon the rising breeze.
To seek a place where loss did not belong.
We floated high among the swaying trees

Onward, toward, into the tempest’s gale.
The whirlwind took us beyond and away.
We cried a long collective howl and wail
Of love and loss with deep complete dismay.

But even in a raging hurricane 
There is an island eye...

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He was generous he was sweet
He fed us well, we were meat

Yet somehow as others hobbled towards his call
To feed, to fatten, to round, to fall

I saw myself getting sick and more frail
I felt death near, I felt pale

I saw the colors of existence washing away like dirt in a shower
I saw Him as he was, generous with the meat yet not generous with His power

Thus this was the cu...

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The oak tree

Unwavering and sturdy

Tells us how to be:

Don’t break so easily

In the slightest change of wind

Climbing back through my childhood bedroom window

Landing on shards of broken glass

Crimson oozes slowly

As I pray each stab is its last

So much has shaken me since my first landing

Each step taken cuts deeper than the beginning

Looking back 

Th...

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Teardrop

A

teardrop

for each life lost

a broken heart for friends,

a sadness that never goes away

but gnaws at nerves and silent moments

 the desolate times of memory cast hurt shadows

dancing on the twilight walls at the edge of your vision

a friend’s laughter that bonded like mortar holds together bricks

 those happy tears can also flow in torrents in a recolle...

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Wave after wave of grief washed over me,
sadness so profound 
the world seemed desolate and forlorn,
like being exposed to the stinging rain 
and blistering wind
on wave crests at the height of a storm

Between bleak crests were moments
of consolation offered by caring friends, 
or comforting memories,
perhaps a joke to soften the pain, 
like valleys between waves 
give some respite 
...

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