Acquainted With Grief

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This is Fiction: I was actually writing from the perspective of a husband who has lost his wife.

(Poetry Form: Sonakit) - with Free Verse, or Blank Verse interspersed between the verses of the Sonnet. I have been one brought low in grief my bedfellow a monstrous thief my spirit felled by thoughts of one whose voice no longer sings the sun Slow rain began, plopped on dead leaves dripped on my shoulders through my hair felt not the heavy rain drops there yet felt the crush of darkness near not darkness brought to us by night nor dreary sky from lack of light Warm memory pushed away the now of how we strolled here hand in hand I walked beyond the path we shared and nursed the pain I’d not been spared day unto day consumed with dread at home awaits an empty bed adverse to point my steps toward home and haunting dreams of flashing eyes now closed in silent death-mask font forever blind to need or want

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Edith D Eutsler

Date: 4/7/2015 1:09:00 PM

Poems For The Grieving· (Unknown Poet) This poem really lifts me Cona! . As I sit in Heaven, and watch you everyday I try to let you know with signs, I never went away I hear you when you're laughing, and watch you as you sleep I even place my arms around you, to calm you as you weep I see you wish the days away, begging to have me home So I try to send you signs, so you know you are not alone Don't feel guilty that you have life that was denied to me Heaven is truly beautiful, just you wait and see So live your life, laugh again, enjoy yourself, be free Then I know with every breath you take, you'll be taking one for me

Cona Adams
Date: 4/8/2015 6:44:00 AM

Thank you, Edith, for these loving, caring comments. There is much to be thankful for, as spring shows her pretty face all around us.

Edith D Eutsler

Date: 4/7/2015 12:55:00 PM

Another heartache Cona, is also after a loved one dies, no one mentions their name to you, they do not understand that the name did not die, our grief is over the loved one and want to talk about all the things we are thinking of.. Our tears do not wash away the name from their birth certificate or lessen the time of grief. I have found a most wonderful grief poem I will post! Thank You for your prayers for my son!

Cona Adams
Date: 4/8/2015 6:46:00 AM

Thank you. I will go read your poem.

Edith D Eutsler

Date: 4/7/2015 10:25:00 AM

Memories Cona.. opens the door at any moment.. How does one escape the wounds of grief? Cannot keep that door locked. I too am well acquainted with that enemy... Every few years I lose an adult son or daughter to cancer. This very day ,one son is in a hospital waiting for another heart operation. They stopped it completely last time. May God repair Your Broken Heart Cona!

Cona Adams
Date: 4/7/2015 12:22:00 PM

Thank you, Edith. Our grief becomes less every time we share it with another. All the best to you, and I will be praying for your son.

Thomas Martin

Date: 4/1/2015 6:12:00 PM

Could feel the persuasive sadness. Thanks for sharing!

Cona Adams
Date: 4/2/2015 6:52:00 AM

Thanks for reading, Thomas. All the best to you.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 3/25/2015 4:05:00 AM

This poem is just breathtaking in its poignant beauty Cona. Well written and I am not familiar with this form, but I feel the extra lines carry a profound impact! 7

Cona Adams
Date: 3/25/2015 7:15:00 AM

I never submitted the first one anywhere, but I did post it on Poetry Soup, on 11/8/2014. Title: "Simple Recipe" The rhyme requirements of a poem sometimes throws you off the track.

Cona Adams
Date: 3/25/2015 7:06:00 AM

Thank you, Connie. This was only my second time to try the form. It is difficult to get it to read logically. I revised and rearranged the lines many times. So glad to know that the final result worked. The first time I wrote one, the extra lines threw you completely out of the poem into a discussion on the subject of the poem.