I slowly roll grieve
touch it for a moment
and throw it as far as I can
I unroll my heart
letting you into it
beacon of it burns bright
a kindred, I found
in nothingness that was-
and firmly established it in me
"I await with impatience for it to wash me over, again and yet again"
So well done. The opening is perfect and the ending - fantastic.
ReplyDeleteA lot of powerful poems in this week's prompt.
ReplyDeletenicely done.
too good:)...excellent composition
ReplyDeleteAgain and again... nice! For the first time in a while, I posted a poem.
ReplyDeleteNicely Gautami! And that bottom line!!
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Bring it on!
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
ReplyDeleteHi Gautami,
ReplyDeleteI really like the third stanza.
And when we open our heart does the knock at its door beg the moment? Did you find mending with your brother? I enjoyed reading your poem.
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DH
I loved the last line...grief is like the sea, everwashing.
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You are an amazing poet and writer..
ReplyDeleteHow I wish "grieve" wasn't something I was so intimate with... I remember when I used to poke it and throw it back, too. Poignant and beautiful. THANK YOU!
ReplyDeleteI especially liked the unrolling the heart and the use of beacon in that middle part. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteI really like the sound of "slowly roll grieve."
ReplyDeleteFrom beginning to end it is really good.
ReplyDeletePamela
One of my favorites!!
ReplyDeletethe opening was great.....then got to the end...very good all the way through.....thanks for this
ReplyDeleteAnother great poem!
ReplyDeleteI unroll my heart
letting you into it
Love the imagery there, thanks for sharing! :-)
The last line was what really did it for me!
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"and firmly established it in me" well said!
ReplyDeleteI adore the first line. (Truly.)
ReplyDeletefrom Therese L. Broderick -- I love the sounds of the title playing against the same sounds of the first line: how the long E of Beacon plays against the long E or grieve; and how the long I of bright plays against the long I of "I." A criss-cross of vowels that is very lovely! A sensitive attention to sound at the very start of a sensitive poem.
ReplyDeletebeacon burns bright
I slowly roll grieve
Those first lines are amazing...what an image!
ReplyDeleteWell done, as always :)
"I await with impatience for it to wash me over, again and yet again"
ReplyDeleteI like this quotation! I have read it again and yet again. (Three times.)
I liked the whole poem, especially the last stanza, which calls to mind the nothingness like that empty chair. And it leads very well to your last line, how sometimes we need to immerse ourselves in grief. Well done.
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