Grief cries and life shines on — and hope paints a rainbow.
grief
Timekeeper
Grief is historian of the heart.
A January day that lives forever
In my mind —
I’ve tried a million
times to go back
to that day —
tried to change
my choices
begged a do-over
from the universe
I’ve crippled myself with
guilt
sorrow
thrashing the quicksand
sinking in
layers of grief
fighting a sticky web
trapped in
regret-regret-regret
I don’t even care about
my own
broken heart
I’m sorry
I broke yours
Grief bores holes
Grief bores holes
in our hearts & heads
like a woodpecker
— peck peck peck
— knock knock knock
You can’t make it stop
Eventually it flies away
— but leaves pits
that never fully heal
Wounded
“No mourning can heal the wound of neverness.”
—Dr. Idel Dreimer, lumpenbangenpiano.com
End of life
no matter which end-of-life decisions were made,
there are always regrets, there is always that guilt —
live parts of me holding onto memories of a dying you
dead parts of me holding onto living memories of you
Cold is relative
When you’re shivering with loss, let love keep you warm with memories.
A lesson
Death teaches us meaning
of the word sudden —
one minute there, one minute
not —
the blackness, the blankness,
the emptiness, the silence, the void —
the most palpable, oppressing nothing
there ever was.
Transform
Loss — the great redefiner of life.
Inner self
G R i E F —
i feel so tiny inside
Immeasurable
Even hundredfold grief is divisible by love.
Do I write grief or is it writing me?
I write all these death poems, these grief poems —
and does it really make me feel better? Or am I just
twisting my heart so that I can feel, to remember?
Because I’m afraid that if I don’t feel, I will forget.
Torch
Grief is a fire
set to the heart —
burning some things away
keeping others aflame