Sunday, April 29, 2012

Sincere grief.


attributed to The New Yorker


TODAY, day 29 in Robert Lee Brewer's Poem a Day Challenge, the prompt is to take a line or image from one of our earlier poems and write a new poem around that.

Since i've been using it as free therapy, i decided to do my poem based on the 5 stages of grief found here, pulling lines from different poems during the different stages i've tracked my muddy footprints through over the past month. Again, therapeutic! i highly recommend it.

i make no claims of great eloquence, but i can guarantee the sincerity of my writing, so that counts for something, right?


STAGES

But I just talked to you days ago
and you’re so present within these walls
I can’t believe I’ll never hear your voice again
if our parents weren’t already ashes
I would burn them to the ground
I can’t stand the wounds they caused you to live with
and if I could just rewind my life
I’d call the day before--
your being gone severely messes with my head
and I don’t know just how I’ll make it
I don’t know how I’ll survive
I’m leaking gravity, and I may just blow away…
and I’m waiting for acceptance
though it hasn’t shown up yet
it’s an aching pain, I’ll miss you quite a lot.

2 comments:

Susannah said...

Your poem is an excellent description of the stages of grief. I came across it on the internet and wanted to let you know that it meant something to me to read it. Hope you are well.

julia said...

Thank you so much Susannah, I really appreciate hearing that. :-)