Grief’s Gift
Grief’s Gift
By Teak Kilmer
Thursday, August 20th 2008
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,
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
“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.
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