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I am an aspiring writer in the Kern River Valley. This blog is a "test kitchen" to try different writing styles and to work through the many rejections and the handful of acceptances my work has received. But no matter what other people say about my writing, at least my mother thinks I'm a good writer!

Friday, May 14, 2010

Grief


I wrote this poem the day after my grandfather's funeral.


Grief

I woke up this morning with raccoon eyes,

My head heavy with the fog of the day before.

In my closet, I glanced at my winter blacks,

And reached instead for bright blues and reds.

I am tired of the blackness, darkness, grief.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and my flowers are growing.

I want to shed this sadness like an old snake skin.

But the scales still remain around my heart.

6 comments:

  1. The emotions and the way they are expressed are marvellous!

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  2. Beautiful poem I'm sure your grandfather would have loved it. I've some good news to share with you, as you know I'm a big fan of your blog - so I'm sharing the Prolific Blogger award with you - go here to claim it: http://www.scotlandhereandnow.com/

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  3. Lovely poem, straight from the heart.

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  4. I'm sorry for your loss, love. But I'm happy that you're able to put some emotion down on paper. When times get tough, remember this quote:

    "What we have once enjoyed, we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us." Helen Keller

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  5. This is beautiful and I know precisely how you feel.

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  6. What a great way to express your sorrow. I, too, feel like the scales are still around my heart. That is a great photo of Dad.
    Aunt Susie

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