Tag: grief
group name: prosegazebo
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September 04, 2007 07:36 AM EDT --
Winter’s icy fingers
Tickle me this summer morn
‘Til my feet grow numb with frostbite
I freeze under an avalanche of blizzard tears
Mourning for the loss of perspective
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October 20, 2007 03:36 PM EDT --
Kiss cold, still, white brow
Dying babe leaves you broke now
Wounded, empty self.
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September 11, 2007 08:51 PM EDT --
It rained today.
The heavens opened
up and wept today for all
those left behind.
Parents that burried their
sons and daughters before their time.
Fatherless children still
hear cars pull up in the . . . more
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June 03, 2008 03:29 AM EDT --
She couldn't believe
The time had gone so
Fast, the last twelve months
Had been a Hell, a
Hard-to-get-through space
Without the touch or
Feel of God or His
Fine grace, or so it
Seemed, . . . more
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June 28, 2007 02:01 AM EDT --
She took the child wrapped in death,
And held her close in her mothering arms
And kissed the brow with her tired lips.
Still now; no movement or crease;
No release of smile or wind;
No uttered cry or . . . more
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July 14, 2007 02:22 PM EDT --
The blue blinds are drawn
The telltale signs
Are here and there
About her room,
The unmade bed,
The cast off shoes,
The nightdress thrown aside
And the bloodstained sheets
That softly tells
Of the . . . more
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May 15, 2008 02:54 PM EDT --
These are the dark hours,
These are the I wish
You were here now days,
The I want to hold
You so close to me
Days; the kiss you as
Long as I can days;
The wish you had not
Died days; . . . more
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July 28, 2008 12:32 PM EDT --
Some find joy in the timbre of indifference or an accusatory hue, and may balk at that cursive for typing‘s redacted views. And the virulent peacenik cowboy, fashionably dressed in drag, scopes . . . more
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April 26, 2007 03:08 PM EDT --
Beyond that church there
By the small statue of an angel
She lies still. Flowers are fading.
Moss has staked a claim
On the small stone
That holds her name.
Hours he sits and stares
Guessing . . . more
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December 11, 2007 03:38 AM EST --
Yes, that’s my son,
I recognize his manly brow
And vacant stare,
And his turn of chin,
But how thin
He looks, how unkempt,
As if time has not rewarded
His youthful age
With fine laurel . . . more
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December 23, 2007 02:36 AM EST --
They'll say that God had need of her
Before her time,
That angels sought her company
For beauty's sake
In mind or soul,
That stars will shine far brighter
In the night of all their dread . . . more
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October 10, 2007 02:30 PM EDT --
The house is empty now.
The rooms are naked
Of all human touch and smell.
Yet once she and I
Each room laid bare
Our gentle love and kiss.
Each wall held our words
And tucked them safely
In brick and . . . more
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November 24, 2007 02:30 PM EST --
I miss you
Like the blue
Of sky and fresh of air
And the body care
Of touch and feel
I miss you still.
I miss your face
That lovely place
Where in I could gaze
In happier days
And . . . more
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January 07, 2008 05:19 PM EST --
Only once could one have loved like that,
Only once to have kissed and held
As if the world had torn apart
And cast both to galaxy's span.
To feel the breath against the skin
And want always . . . more
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February 20, 2008 02:59 AM EST --
When her daughter died
In her mothering
Arms, the pale features
Null and void of life,
The once bright blue eyes
Hidden behind lids
Still as stagnant ponds,
She sensed the cold steel . . . more
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July 01, 2007 11:29 AM EDT --
This is her bed,
You can see the creases
Where she laid her head.
The pillow holds them still
Like relics in need of keeping
For others to behold and others know.
She laid her body
Amongst these sheets . . . more
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August 23, 2007 02:40 PM EDT --
She didn't look so beautiful in black.
Her paleness showed a lack
Of want or gift withdrawn.
Her longed for baby born
Too soon and died
Much sooner. She cried
For days in darkened places;
Saw sadness . . . more
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September 27, 2007 02:50 PM EDT --
How small this coffin looks,
How white; as if purity
Had bleached the woodenness
From purity within.
These bearers of the coffin,
All men, who knew her once,
Move with slow dignity
And sternness of age . . . more
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July 02, 2007 01:13 AM EDT --
I dreamed I stood upon a ledge
And looked into the sky,
Then I sat down at the edge
And I began to cry,
For I couldn't find you anywhere
Though I looked both high and low. . . . more
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November 21, 2007 03:02 PM EST --
One of those darkly days
And icy feels, black moods or dying greys
Overwhelm and touchy sense
Of emptiness and love’s dispense
Take me out or tuck me in
Sleep’s frigid sin.
Feel the . . . more
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