! A Grief Ago Poem by Michael Shepherd
! A Grief Ago
'There is no grief
which time does not lessen
or soften' -
so said Cicero, a man so often right;
a Stoic, those for whom
all life presents a lesson
to be learned from,
and then, to move on from..
But I wonder about all this:
is grief ever lessened or softened?
Is it not, perhaps, overlaid
in our so various ways?
For some, grief framed and falsified
to ease that grief;
For some, like hyacinths and crocus bulbs,
left in a dark cupboard in the autumn of our grief
to respond to time, and
become at last
themselves?
gently, gently, the covers pulled
over the loving bed,
the true, the pure, the lovely painful grief,
the memory deep cherished,
gently, gently, folded
into the cupboards of the heart
there to be known, without the door disturbed
until the time - 'a grief ago' as Dylan wrote -
the cupboard opened only for love's sake
without grief...:
those carefully folded memories
brought out and loved
and lived a while...
not grief, not grief...but
the pure memory of grief
and behold,
life.
Very nice mr micheal....a grief ago...kudos, u r very good... Please i will luv for you to read a few of my poems...esp do not despair at the death of the light.... And leave a comment/criticism too i will appreciate it...thanks for sharing
The poem entire speaks volumes but the fifth stanza is mine. Thank you so much for this graceful, grace-ful write...
Never say ' I grieved once', truly the memory of grief will resurrect the feel of it once again. Almost as lasting as the reference E.lizabeth Barret-Browning made to never saying 'I loved once'. There is an eternity surrounding the both.The emotion is captured in your piece most fervently. Fay.
You've done it again Michael Shepherd...Shown me what I know, but so much more than what I know. 'Gently, gently folded in the cupboards of the heart' tears me apart... And yet, your poem reassures me at the same time.
until the time - 'a grief ago' as Dylan wrote - the cupboard opened only for love's sake without grief...: those carefully folded memories brought out and loved and lived a while...even i agree for this
Sir this is profound. Life often entraps us in grief cups willing to never empty up. Yet we live lifedrenched and drowned in it. Beautifully said.
A most beautiful poem, but tad too sad. Loveliest worded, melancholy layered. Grief is oft melancholy perpetually. Loveliest told.
Ah! A grief and then despair. Or need it be? Such questions. Such answers I, too, explore in – Eternal Grief - Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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we are born grieving, and find our very meaning there... great poem!