Grief, that Ache

 Grief, that ache, inflicting mind,

body and soul. It comes to us all.

It is part of the human earthly

experience. Humankind has shed

tears enough to make the barren

deserts bloom with blood red

flowers of sadness. Monuments

have been erected: Jahangir’s for

Mumtaz Mahal (Taj Mahal). Simple,

lonely stones in some far-away place

speak of those gone from us. Plays,

speeches and music rolled out from

great and futile minds- Shakespeare,

Pericles, Mozart. We may rage against

the light, as Dylan Thomas would have

us do, and yet those we love are mortal.

Words do not always keep them with us.

Do not let me weep today

(love poem by cysgod 1991-2021)

Weeping garlands as teardrop eyes,

Praying buttercups touch the earth,

Chromatic colours tell their own lies

To shade the light, silence the mirth.

Collect the snowdrops and mimosa

Bind the flowers in a crying wreath,

Broken heart sings, oh lacrimosa

Cold cruel world is a lonely thief.

Do not tell me to no longer lament,

Time not healed, or memory gone,

This love embraced as heaven sent

Kneeling, mourning in light you shone.

Deigning to fear against the dying end,

Approaching event-horizon way beyond,

Now winged time casts message to send

My angel calls out from where she’s gone

...cysgod

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