Grief

Here, but not touched.
Waiting...
for none but another ending.
Figurative pages are flexed, flattened
and shadows remain ungrasped.
Breath is unready for impact.
Staring at a stationary page marker stone,
I observe the outcome.

bereavementdeathdepressiongrieflossfree verse

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Kai Michael Neumann

February 17, 2020 at 4:16 AM

I observe the outcome ...of grief. Quite an achievement. Acceptance. Kind wishes, Kai

Andrea Dietrich

September 22, 2019 at 2:55 PM

wow, I love this one too. have i put you as one of my followed poets? I better go see about that.

Panagiota Romios

September 21, 2019 at 6:34 PM

Grief....the hardest thing for me to live through. Being raised in Chicago..gee Funeral City. Death, when I grew up was in your face. Today it is pretty-fied Like, ashes in the ocean or no funeral to go to. It's a hard teacher but a good one.Because each poet here will die, physically and so what? We will live on forever.bodies are only shells. You are one outstanding poet. Huggs Panagiota xxx

Juliet Ligon

September 22, 2019 at 12:49 AM

Thanks, Panagiota. I appreciate your insights.

Richard Lamoureux

September 19, 2019 at 8:47 AM

Sometimes viewing grief from a safe distance somehow provides a different perspective. Still it is important to experience it so that we can survive it. I think writing helps.

Juliet Ligon

September 22, 2019 at 12:49 AM

Thanks, Richard. It certainly helps.