Foundation.
Does your Summer miss the snow?
A poem reflecting the persistent, almost seemingly never-ending, haunting nature of loss.
Exploring how bereavement can follow you—turning every place into a somewhere filled with old memories of someone special, whose absence still lingers.
Like Irish Sea Moss
The imagery of Summer missing snow represents grief in an eternal, kaleidoscope.
Relaying the sentiment that heartbreak can be an up and down internal season all oñ its own, discounting external context.
As life continues to spin as sadness slowly creeps in.
Title.
Bereavement.
(A lone voice whispers)
Stranded forever
Everywhere I seem to go
I now know heartbreak
Like Summer misses the snow
(C)
John Duffy
Sea moss and sea shells
Sashays silver bells
Feeling like a peach
Christmas at the beach
I slowly trusted you…
I shared the depths of my heart and soul with you…
You allowed me to attach to you …
Like a newborn fawn…to it’s mother…
I drank deeply from your heart of love, tenderness, gentleness, kindness and acceptance…
You covered me with a blanket of grace after the shame of my childhood…
I swam in the pools of your sea moss eyes…
I delighted in the deep desires you awakened in me…
I shared the depth of my struggles with you...
And then when my pain and chaos of longing was too much…
I attempted to snuff out the candle…
The candle in the wind would not be blown out…
Left in the shadow…was the pain of awakening to life again…
But you were gone…you abandoned me…you blamed me…you labeled me…you betrayed me…
The blanket of grace was ripped off my naked body…and replaced with shame and pain of loss….
My mental health was not your concern …you traded your heart of love for a heart of fear…
You did not know me…you did not love me….you died…
You Raped My Soul
by Elise Hendry
I slowly trusted you…
I shared the depths of my heart and soul with you…
You allowed me to attach to you …
Like a newborn fawn…to it’s mother…
I drank deeply from your heart of love, tenderness, gentleness, kindness and acceptance…
You covered me with a blanket of grace after the shame of my childhood…
I swam in the pools of your sea moss eyes…
I delighted in the deep desires you awakened in me…
I shared the depth of my struggles with you...
And then when my pain and chaos of longing was too much…
I attempted to snuff out the candle…
The candle in the wind would not be blown out…
Left in the shadow…was the pain of awakening to life again…
But you were gone…you abandoned me…you blamed me…you labeled me…you betrayed me…
The blanket of grace was ripped off my naked body…and replaced with shame and pain of loss….
My mental health was not your concern …you traded your heart of love for a heart of fear…
You did not know me…you did not love me….you died…
Beneath the water, I feel the loneliness,
For one in a million am I...
The ocean as my home, the fish my guide,
As I live n the bottom of the sea...
Golden brass flows with the current,
Slick is my waist and below,
Kindness is there as the porpoises play,
For I am all their best friend...
The depth is as dark as the sky is at night,
With out star or moon to give light,
My skin is as fair as white clouds in the sky,
My eyes as blue-green as the sea...
Around my neck shells and sea moss lay,
To the surface I swim with in reach,
Grasping the sun, warmth covers my face,
Rare beauty can never be seen...