The Grief of Death

Grief suffuses every pore, every cell.

The eye is pierced,

Exuding a bath of tears so complete--

It bathes the stricken in icy heat.

The heart pulses and contracts

To protect the soul of the supplicant

who appeals at grief’s door,

To scab over wound or to mire

The soul in remembrance--

To better enfold the beloved.

Attend you to the primacy of its passion.

Its heat so ready to pierce anew

The unshriven heart.

Each prick

A bittersweet reminder

That you

Are still

Alive.

 

Copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Audrey, that final phrase hits this reader right between the eyes .. that's just how grief is. Your words are amazingly dramatic, raw, powerful, tragic .. you've not wound your emotions in anything, here they are .. ' Its heat so ready to pierce anew ~ The unshriven heart.'

Sharing isn't always about happy go-lucky stuff but the real pain .. sharing with you