Phyllis
By
Lisa A.Williams
We don't speak of it-
the loss
silencing our world.
How arrogant of the sun
to rise
when we were facing
the black hole emptiness
beyond,
not enough breathing space
for our own grieving.
Some pain can't be shared,
sometimes we are islands
surrounded by restless current,
fearing if we were
to plunge,
we'd breathe in
another's tears
and drown.
It was good to love you,
but oh how the earth trembled
when we had to say goodbye.
Love this. You so nailed it here.
ReplyDelete"How arrogant of the sun
to rise
when we were facing
the black hole emptiness
beyond,
not enough breathing space
for our own grieving."
This is possibly the single best sentence I've read in a poem explaining grief. The whole thing, so, so good.
Your capturing of grief here is amazing Lisa! This is a beautiful and powerful poem indeed!!
ReplyDeleteGreat Line :It was good to love you,
ReplyDeletebut oh how the earth trembled
when we had to say goodbye
I agree. Great lines: "How arrogant..." and "...how the earth trembled..."
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