Grief Good Morning Poems

On the stars, glittering
Flippant, playing
Like a robin or a wren – tempting
Summer’s dusk to trembling,
Soothing away each glimmer of the past,
Where hearts will last, forever...

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After the glistening stars have spoken,
Night has fallen, soft and quiet, with poise,
Reflecting all the hearts that have broken,
Shattered by the winds, such a ghastly...

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Against the hazy sky 
Mountains, seen grotesque
Frightening monsters, poking out
Here, there and all around
In the glinting darkness
The ravine, like a mythical snake
Gapes its mouth
Mist hovers,
Spider...

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It was a good morning until I awoke.                 ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The Fever Spreads

I am slipping. 
Not slowly but faster than expected. 
I wanted it to go better. 
I made a plan and have a goal....

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Washing Instructions

Put the clothes in the washer. 
not quickly, but slowly. 
There was a day, 
this would all be done, 
by hand. 

Four or five...

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Resume

“Rocks and socks, I need a job, 
What is it that I can do?” 
My new friend was waiting… for an answer. 

“I can fly...

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Whip Whistle Garden Spot

There is a garden. 
It is in a small town, in the middle of the park. A place has been dug up...

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Good Morning Mom

What is your day like?
What are you doing now?
Do you have things to do? 
Can I be of help to you? 

I have...

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Good Morning

Sunshine. 
I have missed you all night. 
The moon came by to say hi, but you were not here. 
You were busy somewhere else....

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Good Morning

The light from the sun fills the window in the kitchen. 
Not all at once mind you, but at it’s on speed. 
The little...

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Come forth! 

From that square lifeless wood

I adjure you

From the breast of your capture cease.

Dare nature's will and power

To hold you still

Fight from within you

And...

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it's not the sun that rises each morning
it's my mind setting into the light;

it's not the sun that sets each evening
it's her soul rising onto...

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When buried bullets of rain are gone
I arouse unto a stunning raw dawn
Where wings of grief suddenly wane
and ebbs of pain no longer remain
for now...

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