Grief is elusive
like steam from tea
like a passing thought
of days gone by
Grief consumes me
intoxicates me
But only for a moment
Welling eyes and hot face
It's pain that doesn't hurt
like bad words
like a backfiring tailpipe
The pain consumes me
and twists me
It pours me on the floor
and pokes needles in my spine
Then it's gone
like hunger
like laughter
2 comments:
this is so beautiful
so sad
so apposite
love the way the imagery moves
from the "trivial" - steam from tea
to that powerfully bleak ending
gone
like hunger
like laughter
(sorry i've rabitted on
it struck a chord with me0
thank you
This is lovely...I love the line "pours me on the floor." It circles back to the tea at the first of the poem. I thought your site just had art on it! Woo HOO!
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