bruised inside
unable to feel
my edges
the weight dyed
into me now,
a flaw
a hollow bell
ringing itself,
silent
Simple grief
26 Saturday Mar 2016
Posted in Death, Friendship, Grief, Love, My window at night, Violence, Yoga
Poems from in between
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Interesting to see you using brevity here. I find it perfect for the emotion and the title “Simple Grief”.
Outstanding poem, really powerful…the ending metaphor is striking.
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Thank you. Getting there. Thanks so much for your kind words.
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I agree, very powerful in this combination of short lines and complex images.
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Thanks very much.
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