Raindrops coast on the coldest breeze
When there’s nothing more to say
And the silence wrings out
All the air from your lungs
When the torch is passed
From the frost-bitten night
Pushed forward from the tempest
To a calmer day’s embrace
Raindrops paint the pavement
In even darker shades of grey,
Their tears chill the marrow
But the warmth before is forever
The Echoing Call and Response
This is just, beautifully done. It gives me goosebumps to read, and I most certainly Can relate!
Grief is something I just can't do - until years after the fact - and even then,.. it's difficult for me. So I admire so much when others have such a great gift 'in' the moment, as you have shown here.
Congrats on your much Deserved, DD!!!
Losing two of my uncles as a close friend of mine has been difficult. I'm not sure if I've fully processed their deaths. These things take time I guess. Thank you for reading and the kind words. It is much appreciated
"...but the warmth before is forever" ...that's my favorite line. It reminds me that many periods of grief over the loss of family and friends alike is preceded by times together with them in life - the memories that both comfort and honor those who died. Thanks for that. Congratulations on your feature with a DD. I'm glad you got it so I could read this.
This is brilliant. I just lost my mother back in July, and weirdly enough so did two of my friends. The grief is still very fresh for all three of us, so your poem is almost too relatable. But, I would have to say you said it very well.