Grief is a Shower of Rocks

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By Jane Hyphen

Mon, 08 Jun 2020
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Grief is a shower of rocks

Descending from the rolling clouds

Which darkened the skies of my truth

Each cusped and hard enough to

Carve this strange, unknown scape

In which I stand a stranger

Bruised and astray, I shut my eyes

 

Grief is a cave which closes

When your back is turned

And in the cave the same 

Song plays in a blind hall 

On an ever choking loop

Echoed layers, fused lines

Broken like my memory slides

 

Grief in as unmade road

On which you have no legs to walk

How it falls away and crumbles

At the heels of those who try to stay

You must go forth, go forth or plunge

Become obscure among the piles 

Of dust, the rubble of yesterday

 

Grief is a hungry dog

A stilt hound which feeds upon

The fat of carefree days 

Upholstered layers reflect the

Certain patterns of your past

Your future in the mirrored fold 

He gnaws to the bare bone frame

 

Grief is a sleeping pill

A dulling lense to filter

The glaring lights of normalcy

A buffer to your cosmos blown apart

A long dream, a coma of recoil

It grounds the fatal voltage dose

Small shocks each time you wake

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

When grief strikes, so many emotions can hit like a ton of bricks falling on us all at once. A very poignant poem that describes those feelings so well.

A powerful poem indeed. Hope you are okay Jane.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi Jenny, thank you for your comment. I wrote a poem like this 13 years ago when we had a sudden berevment in the family and the sudden nature of it really messed with my head. I tried to find/remember the poem but I could only recall bits of it so I wrote another one.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Have you had great trouble, Jane? Grief and bereavement can never be fully imagined, and as you intimate, shake everything to the core, and you are suddenly walking a parallel life, cocooned. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks for your comment Rhiannon and also your concern. I am okay and I wrote this based on feelings I had over a decade ago and how my mind kept on short-circuiting as I tried to accept a sudden loss and the resulting change in the landscape of my life. You are correct it was a parallel world and I felt cocooned, cut off in my own bursting head.

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I think anyone who's ever been in that place will recognise what's in this powerful piece. Echoing Jenny and Rhiannon, I hope you're ok?

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks Insert for your comment and the cherries. I am okay. A piece base upon historical, locked away emotions. I re-wrote it and of course completely changed all of it.

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

As others have said, hope that you're OK, Jane.  This is brilliant, I was particularly held by the phrase 'the rubble of yesterday'.  That is exactly what it feels like.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi airyfairy, thank you I am fine. It's hard accepting that yesterday is rubble and finding the strength to build new foundations, strong enough to hold you up. smiley 

 

Submitted by celticman on

interesting. 

 

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Submitted by Di_Hard on

Wow! From the title all the way through, every metaphor is brilliant, each stanza hits home hard. Have not felt like this for a long time, but you bring it back so clearly. It must have been hard for you going back into your memories, I hope you came out OK