Unseeking Seeker Poet Dizain

Alone At the Funeral

Holding hands in silence at time of grief,
an impulsive emote, now memory.
In these times, we can offer no relief;
each in aloneness, weary and teary,
carries his own cross, in dark gloom dreary.
The world as we knew it, is not the same;
solace of touch denied, which is a shame.
No doubt hearts beating, bridge any distance.
We know not yet, what is the divine aim:
is a friends embrace needless indulgence?

08-November-2020

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Jan Allison November 17, 2020 at 11:18 AM Such a shame that the virus is keeping people apart and unable to comfort the bereaved ... we are lucky here and have no such restrictions as we are deemed covid free...but now have isolated cases but not in the wider community so life is pretty much back to normal for us since June Unseeking Seeker November 17, 2020 at 6:28 PM The dice rolls revealing different numbers at different times and for different people

Gershon Wolf November 9, 2020 at 1:56 PM Love the question that is the last line... And I think that No. It's not a 'needless indulgence.' We who are left behind in the wake of what is a tragedy for us -- we need and deserve an emotional release. Thanks, Gershon Unseeking Seeker November 9, 2020 at 6:56 PM Yes and yet due to covid, each carries his own cross alone