Category: Grief
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Weather II
What I forgot to say is what I don’t want to say,Namely, that I know the weather is changing,The climate is shifting,The days growing warmer,The rains staying away longer,And I feel helpless, Even, sometimes, hopeless. I forgot to say how much I love all the little places of the world,And how I want to hold…
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Brackish
Here the waters are brackish,Here the confluence of salty and sweet,An in-between place where lichen turns to stone,A merging of black and blue become purple with the red of a rising sun. Here there is hope, the first and furious emergence of Spring,The fierce appearance of a wild iris amid crags.Here there is grief, a…
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What Lasts
Lovely laugh lasts,Past the part where the party ends,And the end of a friend’s laughter lastsUntil the last time I think of himWhich is neverNever-ending last laugh lovely as it lastsThe sound of the ground surrounds the moundWhere has he gone?And for how long?Forever he lasts and laughs the passed pastAnd grasps the hasp, Loosens…
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A Pleasing Aroma
Today would have been my grandmother’s 98th birthday. Her name was Marion Betty Kline Johnson. My mom’s mom. To be honest, I don’t know a whole lot about her life but I have strong memories and impressions of her. She smoked. A lot. When I was in college, I visited her at her apartment in…
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This Grief Is Not A Tool
This grief is not a tool that accomplishesNot a shovel that digs a deeper holeThis grief just isConstantly is Like the cup fallen from my handWhen I swear I was being carefulIt can’t be put back together, though I’ve triedCan’t hold the drink it once heldCan’t bring back the friendship that presented itself to me…
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