Sometimes,
I remember that
the radio continues to play
as a car wrecks,
and I think that’s
how we often live –
ravaged by pain,
aware of our destruction,
and, yet,
humming along.
Tag: grief
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XVIII
Blood,
fire,
grief,
I did this for you.
On Grief
Of course,
we suffer agony
when we lose someone;
how can you not,
when something
crawls out of your heart,
tears through your chest,
and sinks, blood-soaked,
into the soft earth?
Touchstone Tuesday – Poem II
The raven abandons
the broken branches
of a fallen tree.
Deep within the
sunken forest,
I recall this place
full of life.
Heavier is the burden of death
when you cannot
forget the shades of green.
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