Vernon Witmer Poet Free verse

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Grief

I remember black
covering everything,
like the soft stroke
of a black cat
rubbing against us.
black cars,
black clothes,
black coffin,
black hole
in the earth.
I remember  
streaks of light
reflected
on cheeks;
like veins of silver
on the walls
of a dark cave;
I remember
the deafening silence
from each of us; 
lost inside 
the largeness
of a vacuum
from which
we could not see
our way out.
Mostly, 
there was just stillness
in the air that 
enclosed us all
like a tomb.

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Brian Sambourne April 1, 2021 at 7:13 AM Defining images of grief throughout your insightful poem, Vernon. Discovering your work has made my day. You are a gifted poet indeed. All the best, Brian