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Her search for an answer
Took her beyond the edges of the map,
Down roads paved with more questions.
Grief is her companion on this trip,
A cumbersome stray dog
That never quite sheds its feral nature.
The murmur of reluctant voices
Pelt her senses,
Silent taunts that only cement her resolve.
The dense smoke of days gone by
Wafts around her,
Seeping through her cracks,
Obscuring the view rushing by her window,
Masking her constant pain.
Grief invites her
To drink of his sorrows,
To lose herself in despair.
She refuses the distraction,
Continuing her search for an answer,
Still questioning how
The man who so easily entranced her
Could slip so easily from her life.
12 comments:
While she refuses to drink grief's sorrows, it seems she's still steeped in grief. Your poem is dark, yet lovely in its pain and searching.
A very thoughtfully reflect write. I am impressed with how seamlessly you placed the wordle words! And some questions never do get answered, do they?
Pensive and insightful... I like where the words took you, Mary. Love the characterization of grief here:
Grief is her companion on this trip,
A cumbersome stray dog
That never quite sheds its feral nature.
The eternal sorrow and question, and it's a long lonely journey finding the answer.
i was going to say i like adventures off the map but this one is a tough one...and you know i dont know if some questions are ever answered or if some answers are important enough to chase forever...
Mary, this resonates from true experience. I think some of the best poems arise from this area. Genuine.
Nice.
Grief invites her
To drink of his sorrows, Intense! But she responded wisely.
Well wordled. Thank-you!
great job with the wordle words
Wonderful use of prompt. Love the poem.
Nice...love these lines...Grief invites her
To drink of his sorrows,
To lose herself in despair.
What is it about grief that lets it invite our most tender emotions yet it is an invitation that we cannot refuse and one where grief consumes us? Beautiful work.
This resonates with me because I was thinking about my father today - and how he allowed himself to slip away from us all because he was stubborn a would not take care of himself, while always putting others first. Maybe not quiet the same as a slip of a romantic nature...but a slip with grief.
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