Pockets

Pockets

Seeds of

Grief

Lie fallow

In the fecund

Pockets of earth

That is my heart

 

News of death

Seeds them

Instantly

Sprouting them

In record

Time

 

I mourn alongside

Friends and the icicles

In the dark caverns of my

Heart begin to bleed ruby

Tears frozen by shock

And disbelief

 

Death is

A great equalizer

Bereft feeling permeates

Confounding

Compounding

Disorientation

 

I’ve learnt

To live in the

Moment

Fully,

Be it in grief

Or in joy

~
*painting is by Andrew Wyeth called Christina”s world

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