My husband's poetry

Category: grief

  • Acceptance

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    Some would say that love is for joy and when it stops being about joy, it ceases being love. But I say, “Love is for itself.” It gives and takes, caresses and abuses. It is the disease and remedy. We must swallow the prescribed medicine, because refusal is madness, acceptance the cure. You may ask,…

  • seas of light

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    too hot to swim ducks and geese rest in cattail shadows in the shade of my yard I rest, call friends and wonder if the dead never leave us and are just resting in the shade of this life before they begin to swim in seas of light upon light 6-9-26

  • Ten months

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    Died, such a small word, but oh the weight it drags behind it. It has been ten months and the FAA finally released your personal effects. Your mother needed to sift through where zippers whispered confessions, smudged finger prints gave testimony you were alive. It seemed an invasion of your privacy and I refuse to…

  • Barista Wipes Hands on Apron

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    Barista knows grief takes its sugar With small baptisms of steam and milk Places a blessing on the counter without spilling Affirms love is never sinful — With small baptisms of steam and milk She watches hands tremble toward warmth Affirms love is never sinful Even as sorrow stains the tongue — She watches hands…

  • Grief

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    Grief arrives unannounced …quiet as a mouse in the corner of a room nibbling on forever. There are no witnesses so you try to pretend it’s not happening as it runs up the wall and disappears only to reappear in the mIddle of the night wearing someone else’s face. A clock for a mouth, melted…

  • Flickering light

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    Charlie was a working man retired from the city married late in life had three young children and a wife he did odd jobs for me to pay his rent — His kids liked to play outside under a street light the light began to flicker he climbed the pole to fix it fell and…

  • Wake

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    I used to wake in the middle of the night, watch you fall in slow motion from the sky, unable to catch you. Did dreams and premonitions of death ever haunt you and wake you in the middle of the night? I wanted you to be happy and did not tell you my dreams. Now…

  • Grief

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    cfblack
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    I wake in the middle of the night and think of you. I eat oatmeal with blueberries on the porch and think of you. I watch steam rise from my coffee cup and think of you. I cook sausage and eggs for your mother and think of you. I sit in a chair in our…

  • The dance

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    When I was young I had no fear. I dove off bridges into the flooded Wabash, turned off head lights and raced away into the night on acid, hitchhiked across America, stood toe to toe with a cop and a billie club and won. I took my beating from a squad of his buddies in…