Losing Now Poem by Diana van den Berg

Sicelo, thank you for your kind and compassionate responses to my poems about the loss of Flicka, my horse, when he was 37½ happy and healthy years old. Your responses show a deep understanding of my loss for him. This poem, too, is about my loss of him. The title is about losing my mind and 'losing it' as a result of losing him - and 'flowers try' and 'colours are weightless' refer to the fact that I usually notice and appreciate flowers and colours (not just on flowers, but everywhere, nature, clothes, buildings, etc) greatly, but that they were not having any effect on me. I am still torn to shreds by his death even though he will have been in Heaven for 7 years on 28 April which is just 15 days away. That day will be a very difficult day for me. He was and is my life, and not a day goes by without my thinking of him. We had a bond of love and understanding as I have never before encountered in any horse and human before. There possibly have been such bonds, but I have just not come across them.

You express the darkest night of your soul - when your beloved horse breathed his last. You share your desperation, your helplessness, the overwhelming nature of your grief with such conviction and passion that the reader cannot but be moved by your anguish. I believe that in the chronicling, so begins the healing, and as I mentioned in my comment on your last poem, part of the healing is accepting that the love never dies. The love is everlasting. A powerful poem from a dark and desolate place. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Very good writing here Diana, but I think some explanation would help.