As if struck by lightning
or a slow moving deluge,
watching life’s last curtain call
aches like hell.
Grief envelops like low-lying overcast sky.
Why is the air so thick? So heavy without you.
How can I still feel your embrace?
Death takes so much more than life.
That biblical allusion, the Valley of Death.
More like a chasm with unending depth.
NAPOWRIMO Day 10. Prompt: Write your own meditation of grief. Try using Brock’s form (from his poem “Goodbye”) as the “container” for your poem: a few short stanzas, wtih a middle section in which a question is repeated with different answers given.
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