Haley Akin

Rookie (1983)

Ripples Of Grief - Poem by Haley Akin

A poem is a ripple
From a wave called grief
Never perfect with its order
But almost constant with its beat

One after another
I see them surge into the shore
Some can be seen clearly
But others vanish just before

If they only slightly touch
I hear a whisper of a rhyme
I don’t even try to write them
Because they'll build if given time

The strong ones crash against me
With a force that makes me write
Once down they then recede
And give me peace for just one night

No matter what I try
The waves they never truely cease
The ripples always changing
Small expressions of my grief


Comments about Ripples Of Grief by Haley Akin

  • (8/5/2011 6:44:00 PM)

    the emotions are very beautifully woven into words.there are some pain which cant be ever be settled but then there are some memories which can take away the gloominess from this pain (Report)Reply

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  • (7/29/2011 10:27:00 PM)

    Quite well said Haley, the ripples of thought that form the poems are a wonderful ebb and flow rythm with a soothing relief as they leave our pens (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 26, 2011


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