Grief's Gift

 

GRIEF’S GIFT
By Teak Kilmer

 

A steel tray of magnetized words was passed to each of us at our Cursive Writers Group.
 I chose to write a poem using only the words that were on the tray; 
Therefore, please read the following notes explaining italicized words previous to reading the poem …
“She” is Spirit and my wife Jo Anne. “Language” here refers to thoughts, the busy mind.
“… the end” refers to a belief in an end: death. “… little eye” refers to the third eye.

 

She says: “Find me a dark tear
In there’s the pink caress of Heaven
Release your grief, Sweet Sugar Moon
Laugh tiny, soft and happy rhapsodies
 
Delicious rivers ever innocent as
merry mornings…search…
wishing to be you
 
Touch the peace, the sleep, the dance
Touch the singing sea
Look home; listen to your work
 
Find the hero universe; it is at
once your ward and will and wild
 
Be forever in between
Language and the end
 
And so your little eye
in choice with me – forever still
 
 
 
 

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