 |
| Courtesy of Pixabay |
Despite
Despite the dark December wind
and the shadowy tall barren trees
one can hear the groans of fragility
limbs ready to break in two…
Despite my grieving heart
and the emptiness that remains
one can hear the caws of the raven
wings fluttering in the darkness
Despite the cold winter chill
and the frozen days of yesterday
one can hear the cries of brokenness
hearts cracking from the weight of loss
Still
Still the light of December placid skies
and its promises of evergreen trees
one can hear the whispers of sturdiness
branches swaying in unison…
Still my soothing heart
and the memories that remain
one can hear the songs of cardinals
wings of red fluttering in the light
Still the warm winter sunshine
and the thawing days of tomorrow
one can hear the distant sighs of renewal
hearts healing from the lightness of hope
written for dVerse Poetics despite and still
Hosted by Dora
Thank you for reading - In my grief I search for healing
Oh, this is lovely, and offers us the wisdom of understanding that life is full of loss, sorrow, and also moments of beauty, in the natural world. Something I have been hanging onto hard these past weeks. This is beautiful writing, True.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery here is truly wonderful, pulls us into the turbulence of grief. The darkness and light plays in the poem in the night wind and in the flutter of bird wings, in wintry chill and "promises of evergreen trees," in sorrow and in hope, the seesaw of emotions resting on the longing for renewal, healing. May all the chorus of nature lead you to restored peace, True. May you be comforted in the loss of your brother by "the memories that remain." ((Hugs)) 🙏🏽
ReplyDeleteI agree with Sherry, Truedessa, about the wisdom of understanding what life is about, a mixture of moments. I like how you split your poem into ‘despite’, with the darkness, cold and emptiness of December, and ‘still’, with the remaining colour of evergreen trees and cardinals, and the promise of winter sunshine. I’m so sorry for the loss of your brother.
ReplyDeleteThe weight of loss and the emptiness of winter mixed very well.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem, Truedessa. I like the progression of it. Despite the darkness of life (and loss) there is light, warmth, memories. My condolences on the loss of your brother, my friend.
ReplyDeleteA really great poem, Truedessa. All of nature struggles with us in our winter of despair, yet there is always that confident hope of spring and new life once again!
ReplyDeleteDwight
DeleteWe really need this holiday of light to carry us through the darkest time of the year. Solstice is not far away and with a little help from the light we should be able to get through.
ReplyDelete