I'm the aberrational poet your English teacher warned you not to read or follow into the literary abyss. If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between fogyish metaphoric lines. I'll be armed with my quill and papyrus where at will I can wield my power as a writer to erase you from my realm. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unprintable things like a ghost in imaginary darkness.
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Wow PoL! This is intense. Loved the opening and the closing lines. Also, it’s slightly different from your previous poems. There’s a streak of anger which I’ve not seen before.
Not every loss can be compartmentalised. I completely agree. A friend lost her father a year back and her grief is still raw.
Whereas another separated from her husband and I firmly believe that she can move on. It’s tough and there are a thousand memories but there is also hope and I do want her to let go of the past.
One of the things which hurt the most is seeing one’s loved ones grieving. It isn’t easy but we can only hope for the best.
In fact, my latest poem is about it. Give it a read whenever you can.
I agree, watching loved ones suffer in itself is suffrage we chose to bare or reject.
As for the anger, which I hoped would be picked up on, its not anger but grief speaking instead, and as such the speaker’s instinct to be true to themselves, true to their love for others by explaing away griefs reaction to those attempting to comfort.
Concluding it may simply be they lack the ability to love so unconditionally.
Grief is one of those things where it is hard for people around the mourner to find the right comforting to say (because words can only provide limited comfort in the face of a terrible loss) and unfortunately, all too easy for someone to say something insensitive. This poem is so sad and powerful. My heart goes out to you for the loss that inspired it. ❤️
These verses say far more to my quiet, wordless heart. Sometimes the best thing anyone can do for another is to just be there. Even a silent presence shares what is really important . . . compassionate caring.
I’ve never lost a child…just the thought of the pain it would cause is unimaginable. I’ve lost my parents, my first husband, a brother, and a nephew that was like a brother. Not to mention, aunts, uncles, cousins, and dear friends. But one’s child…that’s the hardest. May time bring you peace, and the ability to remember the joy she brought into your life, and the lessening of grief. 💙
At times, I do and sometimes it makes it that much more unwanted. Thank you for your understanding and words. So many feel helpless when we feel helpless, that they ignore you altogether.
So many people don’t know what to say to one experiencing grief. “I’m sorry for your loss,” feels so inadequate, so like you stated, many ignore you. As you know, it doesn’t mean they don’t care. As for myself, I say a simple “I’m sorry,” and give a hug. And hold on until the person wants to let go, which sometimes isn’t until after some tears are shed. Simple human contact can bring much comfort.
I do agree, human acknowledgment of I understand you’re grieving even if I can’t alleviate why… makes all the difference, imo. You’ve respectfully and keenly pointed out you can relate up to a point but acknowledge openly you really can’t fathom it’s fullnesses due to a lack of experience. I’m my world, you’re honestly is rare and indicative of a good and empathetic heart. Thank you for sharing it.
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Wow PoL! This is intense. Loved the opening and the closing lines. Also, it’s slightly different from your previous poems. There’s a streak of anger which I’ve not seen before.
Not every loss can be compartmentalised. I completely agree. A friend lost her father a year back and her grief is still raw.
Whereas another separated from her husband and I firmly believe that she can move on. It’s tough and there are a thousand memories but there is also hope and I do want her to let go of the past.
One of the things which hurt the most is seeing one’s loved ones grieving. It isn’t easy but we can only hope for the best.
In fact, my latest poem is about it. Give it a read whenever you can.
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I agree, watching loved ones suffer in itself is suffrage we chose to bare or reject.
As for the anger, which I hoped would be picked up on, its not anger but grief speaking instead, and as such the speaker’s instinct to be true to themselves, true to their love for others by explaing away griefs reaction to those attempting to comfort.
Concluding it may simply be they lack the ability to love so unconditionally.
Thank you for all your comments and following.
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Pleasure is mine. Wishing you the very best!
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Thank you kindly
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This was so intense I believe I felt every world ❤️
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Thank you for reading and commenting both.
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Thank you! And you’re welcome😊
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Grief is one of those things where it is hard for people around the mourner to find the right comforting to say (because words can only provide limited comfort in the face of a terrible loss) and unfortunately, all too easy for someone to say something insensitive. This poem is so sad and powerful. My heart goes out to you for the loss that inspired it. ❤️
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Thank you kindly for your words.
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These verses say far more to my quiet, wordless heart. Sometimes the best thing anyone can do for another is to just be there. Even a silent presence shares what is really important . . . compassionate caring.
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I agree, thank you.
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Powerfully expressed emotions delivered felt strongly Poet.
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A grieving heart needs to be to honored in it’s entirety.
I truly loved this last line of your poem:
“But then again, it might be
They’ve never loved anyone
Let alone… unconditionally
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Thank you for your continued reading and commenting. I do appreciate them.
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It’s my pleasure. I love your writing and I’m happy to know my commenting is well received. 💖😘🌈
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I’ve never lost a child…just the thought of the pain it would cause is unimaginable. I’ve lost my parents, my first husband, a brother, and a nephew that was like a brother. Not to mention, aunts, uncles, cousins, and dear friends. But one’s child…that’s the hardest. May time bring you peace, and the ability to remember the joy she brought into your life, and the lessening of grief. 💙
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At times, I do and sometimes it makes it that much more unwanted. Thank you for your understanding and words. So many feel helpless when we feel helpless, that they ignore you altogether.
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So many people don’t know what to say to one experiencing grief. “I’m sorry for your loss,” feels so inadequate, so like you stated, many ignore you. As you know, it doesn’t mean they don’t care. As for myself, I say a simple “I’m sorry,” and give a hug. And hold on until the person wants to let go, which sometimes isn’t until after some tears are shed. Simple human contact can bring much comfort.
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I do agree, human acknowledgment of I understand you’re grieving even if I can’t alleviate why… makes all the difference, imo. You’ve respectfully and keenly pointed out you can relate up to a point but acknowledge openly you really can’t fathom it’s fullnesses due to a lack of experience. I’m my world, you’re honestly is rare and indicative of a good and empathetic heart. Thank you for sharing it.
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