Grief is processing what’s been taken from you, what’s still within you, and all the blessings and memories left behind by the one you’re grieving.
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
Shortages
DEPRESSION
cuts supply lines
to the hopeful
part of the brain
Cosmic pulse
The bones of music are the universal rhythms within
Health history
Health is a journal your body keeps about you.
It’s okay
Let your sorrow smile once in a while.
Sharing secrets
True love is letting someone else eat from the carton of ice cream you keep hidden in the back of the freezer.
Tempest
If your storm has lightning and rainbows —
Be glad, be glad.
Unrealistic
I’m trapped in reality —
Come rescue me, angel of dreams.
blackout poetry created from Connie Willis, Passage, 2001
Infinite realities
If something is just plain red, how do we know that it isn’t actually red with red
Forgotten
Desert: a piece of Earth that God forgot to water.
—Terri Guillemets
Drifter
Moments drift like smoke
disappearing while you sleep —
tick, tick, tick
tick, tick, tick
blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014
Mama-kisses
A mother’s kiss lovingly forgives the past, present, and future.
Cycles
Death recycles life
Life recycles death