Grief

First tears do heat and drench the cheeks, flesh weak. A London fog rolls in and life seems gray. You can’t make a U-Turn, can’t find your way. Without the love of one, bright days are bleak. Energy drained, no words - it’s hard to speak. In church - it’s hard to praise, it’s hard to pray. Memories caged - mourners, what did they say? Words near but far away - the muddle’s Greek. But tears, they dry, they cool - hard to believe. Except long years - to breathe - hard to be brave; became two of a kind - soul’s interweave. Some can’t overcome grief - dig their own grave. The truth is this: of death we’re all naïve. We can’t prepare ourselves for the shock wave. 10/15/2022

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 10/18/2022 6:33:00 AM

Your words written so true and concise. Some are more familiar with death than others (God love them) and sudden or expected make it no easier to accept. Nice sonnet Kim :)

Sotto Poet

Date: 10/16/2022 7:38:00 AM

Your reflections were quite enjoyable to read, Kim. Your wonderful visuals coupled with your one-of-a-kind language have shown an additional layer of heaven-sent beauty. Brilliant writing that really captures the spirit of your poem.

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 10/16/2022 10:58:00 AM

Thank you, Lasaad! I wanted to attempt the Italian Sonnet…phew! You can only understand what you have experienced yourself or in a limited way what someone close to you is going through. Be blessed, dear one!