my dear friend n erudite blogger, Mo wrote a delightful verse 'How do you exorcise your grief' here: new poem by Mo!
How do you exorcise your grief?
i welcome my grief
to sit beside
and (we) share our joys
lest foes we become
.
.
.
because i found out
very early in life
grief when made a friend
is grief exorcised
11 comments:
So true...till we make our peace with grief it keeps haunting us...so best to make it your friend than struggle with it as a foe :)
why would i
ever...
wish
to exorcise my grief
it is the reason
for me to live,
without this ache
my companion pain
the stars and moon too
would fade
nay
my grief
is mine forever
unlike thee
who chose
to go away!
now where did my comment go?
I agree! What a simple way of saying something so profound?
Shhhhhhhhh....don't let grief know or else it will never let go...
beautiful poem as always
Adee: You always finish my poems! :D And thank you! I am feeling very shy and very glad.
AFJ (Mo)
grief when made a friend,
ends all pretense.
when with thee.
you just be.
a story in continuum,
with no tragic end.
Such wisdom , so well expressed
i've been to your friend's site earlier this morning... sincere and beautiful work...
i also like your poetic response... the soothing image you create... yes... to befriend with our sadness is the only way out...
we sit with our friend and talk and understand him/her little by little... and understanding is love... and love is the only healer...
thanks for sharing
it is one of those few poems that i really enjoyed reading. yes we all try to exorcise our griefs...one or the other wat but we all end up grieving one or the other thing. the space time continuum never really allows one to that freedom to exorcise. it never is in our hands. it never was and never will. it is not a pessimistic statement neither do i favor nihilism yet...
Wow! Such simple yet meaningful lines.
I also like Serendipity's take on it.
It is only my grief
That makes me so wise
Without this grief
Will I ever know the price
My grief make me write
My grief makes me think
It makes me wiser
But when I have had enough
I resort to exorcism
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