Thanks Sarah. As it is among the most universal of experiences, to whatever degree it is experienced, i guess poems of grief will always be written and sought out.
What a poignant and lovely poem, Bob, as well as a touching piece about Mike and your friendship.
I wish I could be done with poems of grief but that beast keeps on following and finding me and won’t let me out of its grasp. Yet I hear and understand what you’re saying. There is so much unspeakable loss on the planet, due to the evil and cruelty of others.
And eventually every person we know will suffer one or multiple losses of people dear to them. Who am I to suggest that my pain, my grief, is somehow deeper, more excruciating, more valid than yours, your neighbor’s or anyone else’s? Yet I am human. We are human. And we feel what we feel. Expressing it in writing helps not only the writer, but the reader too, when words about how we feel reach those sad, lonely and aching places deep within another person.
sometimes I think there are no poems but poems about grief.
Thanks for the comments, Iris. As Viktor Frankl said "everyone has their own Auschwitz"... it does no real good to have them compete against one another, though there are differences that can't be ignored.... I guess what seems most important in the overall scheme of things is not to be a contributor to someone else's Auschwitz.... and to be committed to some effort of relief or support to those who must persevere through theirs.
This may be one of your most beautiful poems.
Thanks Sarah. As it is among the most universal of experiences, to whatever degree it is experienced, i guess poems of grief will always be written and sought out.
What a poignant and lovely poem, Bob, as well as a touching piece about Mike and your friendship.
I wish I could be done with poems of grief but that beast keeps on following and finding me and won’t let me out of its grasp. Yet I hear and understand what you’re saying. There is so much unspeakable loss on the planet, due to the evil and cruelty of others.
And eventually every person we know will suffer one or multiple losses of people dear to them. Who am I to suggest that my pain, my grief, is somehow deeper, more excruciating, more valid than yours, your neighbor’s or anyone else’s? Yet I am human. We are human. And we feel what we feel. Expressing it in writing helps not only the writer, but the reader too, when words about how we feel reach those sad, lonely and aching places deep within another person.
sometimes I think there are no poems but poems about grief.
Thanks for the comments, Iris. As Viktor Frankl said "everyone has their own Auschwitz"... it does no real good to have them compete against one another, though there are differences that can't be ignored.... I guess what seems most important in the overall scheme of things is not to be a contributor to someone else's Auschwitz.... and to be committed to some effort of relief or support to those who must persevere through theirs.
😢 and 🥰🪽
thank you for this