Lavishing Woe

This is an elegy dedicated to my grandmother who died today.

Lamented ardor so long and ever lost,

A heart beat so content in loss of breath,

A wound pressed to the tip with a hollowing frost,

Your casket met only for you in your death.

A deep affliction and scar to my chest,

A cling to your skin a tangible regret,

And lingering fingers to your bittersweet rest,

Your ceasing touch dissevering my fret.

Forlorn and lying in my wake,

A black cloak veiled so unrealistic in depth,

A bed of roses meant only for your sake,

I turned my back unafraid of this aching woeful wrath.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for sharing the poem. I know this was a sad day for you. To lose a Grandparent is hard. It is good to write poetry of the good days and never forget the good people in a life. I'm sorry for your loss.
Coyote

[Margarette]

Lovely piece!

[khalid]

very nicely penned. i loved how you have penned this in such a nice way...

[Anthony Q Armstrong]

The reason behind it is sad:/ But it is really good. :) I hope everything goes ok with you.