Tag: Grief

• Time for Soireeing

  I recently received 2 texts from a dying friend. Scratch that. A living friend: Text 1:Me, I wantAs oftenAnd as long as possible. Given the unpredictable parameters,Every day breakfast With ideally us going out And more likelyYou bring some scrumptuous coffee over here. Text 2:I had to send that before my flaying hand blew it…

  Benjamin Broadbent

  September 29, 2022

  Colorado Springs, Family, Friends, Grief, Poetry

  Beer, Coffee, Dying, Grief, Living, Margaritas, Nachos

• 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…

  Benjamin Broadbent

  May 2, 2022

  Grief, Poetry, Writing

  Grief, Hope, Jazz, Lichen, Spring, Tears, Water, Wild Iris

• 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…

  Benjamin Broadbent

  March 21, 2022

  Friends, Grief, Poetry, Santa Cruz

  Grief, Seiko, Sex Wax, Sushi

• Why I Prefer Funerals

  Today I officiated at a graveside funeral for the mom of a friend. As I drove home afterwards, I thought about why I prefer funerals to weddings. As a pastor for the past 22 years, I have learned to enjoy weddings, but there is something about funerals that feels more real and I think I…

  Benjamin Broadbent

  March 9, 2022

  Church

  Cemetery, Emotions, Funeral, Grief, Memorial Service, Wedding

• Woman Eating Breakfast

  There is a womanWho sits alone at her table next to her picture windowAnd eats breakfast – Like most of us – But this woman lingersOver poached eggsKeeps vigil over buttered toastPonders two pork linksRecalling every morning the one loveWith whom she was linked for so long She waits and watches over her backyardGlancing through…

  Benjamin Broadbent

  March 7, 2022

  Poetry, Santa Rosa

  Breakfast, Grief, Kindness, Old Woman, Window