The world can crash on shore
like a storm pushed tide,
water roiled, full of silt
and clawing voices
from the wind fed water,
then a mother and father
lose their son
and everything stops,
grief stronger than the ocean
pulling us into the deep,
the old voice before pride
calling us to remember
our brief time,
what we treasure
and all we must let go.
thankyou Don
we are all touched by such forces one way or another sooner or later
the old voice before pride
Raw and poignant, feared and all too fiercely true
Once again, you’ve captured the moment, Don. Thank you.
Thank you.
I love the shift in perspective here, Don. I wish there were some other way to discover real value except through loss and grief, and I believe it’s there in my heart somewhere. Remembering or rediscovering what I have before it’s gone. Pro-active cherishing, maybe. A largely unexplored territory for me, but I’m working on it! Thank you for your beautiful poem. I cherish your vision, it’s important to me in my life.
This really makes me think of Jodie, and how much that tragedy influenced my life. Her sudden death in high school catalyzed me to appreciate my life and let everyone in my life know how much I love them.
Don, I totally concur with Lloyd’s perspective, although was jumping toward “laying up treasures in heaven.” I am alone but do not wish Libby was still here as I am certain she is better off where she is these days. We did our thing and that’s what I treasure.
I love the way you play with power in this one…and with grief and loss. Beautiful, Don.
I just spent the 1st anniversary of Xavier’s passing in quiet gratitude for having shared so much of our lives together. He is my treasure, even if it’s not spiritually correct to feel such a thing. Thank you for this beautiful poem and its reminder of what does matter.
Yes Don. How daily easily I don’t notice how it’s all shifting and disappearing.
You fold our griefs up into the great cycles of nature reminding us we are not separate from those greater forces.
the voice before pride, and how powerfully she is calling