December 13th 2014 Poem by Jacqui Thewless

December 13th 2014



This time, last year:
the prayer flags, rain-blacked
rags, limp on a rope; air-less
hopelessness, pain-racked; daughter's
dad, teetering on death's frost edge. Then, gone.
O, mercy.The spring
sun came to me with summer breath and seashore salt,
fresh as life always is.
My grief is a dangerous flame
time doesn't quench at night or dim by day.
Only his photographed smiling face
softly lit by candlelight,
next to the Buddha I'd brought from the town where his body lay,
gave me back stillness;
gives me safety, still.

December 13th 2014
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: grief
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