They'Re In a Better Place

They're in a Better Place
 
This is not the time
for well-intentioned
testimony to
ethereality
so unfathomable
as these deaths
before me.
 
Praise heaven
and rejoice;
disguised as consolation
to me,
fractured,
who knows no better
than grief;
 
I have been left;
let me rage;
let me cry out
in torment;
let me.
 
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
February 22, 2012
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Bickerstaffe Avatar
June 5, 2012 at 2:21 PM
Your anger is agonizingly portrayed... '...who knows no better than grief.' Consolation can be so hard to accept. God bless, Keith
Johnson Avatar
March 27, 2012 at 9:15 AM
I relate to this one and I have a poem very much like it in my archives. I lost my son in 1999. I think from reading the comments that you lost a daughter? I am sorry. Thank you for your comments on my great grandma poem. It is so sad that they lived and died without leaving clues. Our poetry will save us from that fate. Love, Joyce
Collins Avatar
March 28, 2012 at 10:02 AM
Thank you Joyce. Since you wrote your poem, my grandma has been flying around in my head. She often said "Don't take any wooden nickels" - my mom too. So for the first time I looked the meaning up today. It was some kind of coupon coin. I'm so sorry about your son. My Jeannie was 21 and died in a snowmobile accident (1995). love, Kathy
Dietrich Avatar
February 23, 2012 at 10:20 PM
yes, I sure remember this one. A very good write with so much feeling to it. And your feelings that you need to get out from inside you.
Collins Avatar
February 24, 2012 at 8:04 AM
Thanks Andrea.
Brown Avatar
February 22, 2012 at 1:16 PM
What wonderful poetry you all are sharing with us today. I have enjoyed reading yours today Kathryn. I hope the rest of the week finds you with much inspiration in your heart and you will continue to share your writing. Love, Carol
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