In the past I was glad to come home
but to sadness I now return
entering our closed sunless room
I stifle my grief and write the epitaph
I lift the dark curtain in pain
startled by a cold desolate breeze
our younger daughter doesn’t realize
she still comes into the courtyard to play
I sigh every day feeling older
dazed by the transience of life
my relatives urge me to eat
at the table my tears fall in vain
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It felt strange to hit “like” because the work itself is so very sad. But, it is also so very beautiful, much like life. Thank you for sharing.
I know exactly what you mean and felt the same way. But it moved me and I’ve at least one more I’ll share that he wrote after his wife died that is a beautiful heartbreaker, too. Thanks for reading.
This morning I read that Claudia Emerson lost her battle with cancer. Knowing of her, but being unfamiliar with her poetry, I read Daybook and Artifact. They brought me back to several of the works you recently posted. It amazes me how some poets can so delicately and beautifully present and work through the themes of death and illness. I am looking forward to your next post.
Wonderful lines: “I sigh every day feeling older / dazed by the transience of life”.
Oh wow. How very sad and sobering. Death is really such a difficult and sad topic.
Yes, it is. But writing about it is part of the grieving and then healing process, don’t you think?
I totally agree. Like therapy.
🙂