Grief is the rawest emotion. What's lost will never return.

Grief means living in the after, knowing there’s no path back to the before.

I won’t welcome grief. Not yet.

 

painting source: Mezma and Azzayal

 

 

Dragonfly Grief

Dragonfly dances,
lake-bound,
skimming midges.

Does she know
grief,
loss,
sorrow?

When she draws
her last tiny breath
and sinks
into blue,
gives up 
all she knew,
does she exhale
satisfaction
or relief?

© Draft, Tracey Kiff-Judson

 

 

photo source: Glaminati.com

 

An exchange of blog comments with Margaret Simon inspired this poem.

 

Without You

I cling to
cool cotton pillows,
firefly flashes,
summer-sweet
plums.

Comfort comes
in small doses.

© Draft, Tracey Kiff-Judson

 

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2 comments

  • I think there's no better definition for grief than this: "Grief means living in the after." We grieve both looking back and looking forward. Grief is lonely...until you open the door to let others share your burden and their wisdom.
    Thank you for your raw and honest poems. May our community send you moments of solace.
    • Thank you for your kind words and meaningful insight, Mary Lee. So true about the grief of looking both forward and back.

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