Grief Poem by Ruth Calder Murphy
Grief
Grief falls softly,
like a discarded leaf
tumbling to embers
and turning to ash.
It doesn’t crash,
but curls,
an ocean with the sound
turned down -
wave upon wave
of silent sorrow,
brimful of emptiness.
Thank you Bill. Much appreciated. I'll try to get reading some of your poetry as soon as I get organised with this site!
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5/1/2024 11:17:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you very much, Mr. Jones. (Both for understanding and appreciating AND for calling me young in my fortieth year.)