February Grief

February Grief

 

February Grief

To be told that your lover is gone,

As gently as one can be told

That your lover, the man you wanted

To marry,

Planned to spend the rest of your life

With,

That man is no longer among the

Living,

He disappeared like

The white feathery pins of a dandelion

In the wind,

Drifting off to another place,

Gone back to the earth's soil,

Taking root,

To become something else,

Strolling through the wild vines

With another widow,

Feeling like the hay chafe

Left behind by the grazing herd,

Moments pass,

She feels something lingering

Like his fingers touching her

Intimate places hid from the world,

Or him watching for her

Among the forest leaves and withering pines,

As the stars of our universe

Sparkle and shine,

The wind like his warm breath,

He could be alive somewhere waiting,

Or watching the slippery stones of moss

In the flowing crystal streams,

Her female soul wants to run

For the moors,

To be together wild and free,

Because the living have no answers

For her,

Will he watch her undress now?

She hopes her memory does not

Grow vague of him,

Like a dusty forgotten canvas,

The artist has gone

Leaving it behind,

Unfinished was their love,

Disappearing

Thrown away

Rubbish remains

She desires to dissolve gradually

Free to let go,

Without sound,

Becoming one of those

Vacant houses standing still

After the harvest,

With no heat or lights,

She remembers the blossoms

Of their secret garden,

Thriving all summer long,

Nourishing them daily,

Those river roses of pinks and reds,

Are fading,

Past their peak

And gone

No mark left behind

To shake the memories again. --J. E. Cook ©2018 (revised)

Author's Note

Thanks for reading!

Reviews

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Truth or fiction, your words are tinged with grief and sadness that many are yet to comprehend.

We all experience loss at some point of our lives; but the loss of a lover well before its time is truly a heartbreaking tragedy. The grief permeates all around us and over time there is further grief as we struggle to retain our memories of the one we lost.

As always, your piece is well written with delicate imagery and wonderful description. Another fine write, Josie.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thank YOU!
:)

[Lizzie]

Your words, simply by reading it i felt sadness and grief. I felt the pain of even the ones that say everything will be okay im here if you need anything and yet such compassion cant bring healing to a loss. very well written.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Josie, a very heavy and haunting poem well penned

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

TY!
Yes, death and grief, and then the memories of what was and was not for them in life.

[Cherrie Palmer]

my husband and i sent many years working in law enforcement and have lost too many friends leaving families with a void

[Coyote Poetry]

I have went to my friends lost to war funerals. Wives and children learning they are alone. The soldiers also know and keep lost. A powerful poem. Photo and the words. Left many things for the reader to ponder. Thank you Josie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thanks again for your thoughts.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Josie.