THE BEAUTY OF GRIEF
It arrives
unexpectedly.
Song lyrics
driving home.
The woodsy clove scent lingers
with his memory.
Grace moments,
sorting memories.
Hold this one,
free others.
Watching the sunrise with him.
Soaring with eagles.
© 2017 Jone Rush MacCulloch. All rights reserved.
Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carol Hinz, Editorial Director of Millbrook Press and Carolrhoda Books, divisions of Lerner Publishing Group. Her challenge is to write a poem that finds beauty in something that is not usually considered beautiful.
You have until Thursday, November 30th, at 5:00 pm (EST) to join in! Post your poem on our November 2017 padlet and I will add it to the wrap-up presentation HERE. One lucky participant will win a copy of The Sun Played Hide-and-Seek: A Personification Story by Brian P. Cleary, illustrated by Carol Crimmins, and published by Millbrook Press earlier this year.
I just saw this link on twitter, sorry I missed it earlier, Jone & Michelle. I love "Grace moments,/sorting memories./Hold this one,/free others." Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou're not late, Linda. You're early. :) Your comment arrived 5 minutes after the post appeared!
DeleteThanks for opening your heart in this poem, Jone. What I love about it is how tangible it is... the song lyrics, the lingering scent... things we can all relate to. And like Linda said, the sorting memories lines are especially beautiful.
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ReplyDeleteThis is just like grief. It comes along when you least expect it, in the beauty of things shared. Love this poem, Jone.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful response to the prompt, Jone. I agree, there are smells or songs that come upon us unexpected and in those moments grief is fresh.
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