Posted by: Ron DuBour | November 5, 2016

Holes~by Paul F. Lenzi


 

 

Holes

grief-vrindavan-das

“Grief” by Vrindavan Das

empty spaces
in places where
laughter and life
never needed
much thought
blood and bone
disaffected
abandoned to deep
metaphysical wounds
of fierce absence

we miss them
the dead and the gone
voices vanished
the echoes that loved us
attenuate time
washed out images slip
from the eyes of the mind
fade from pages of
notional scrapbooks
unfinished relationships

sadness resigned with
reluctant acceptance
of loss in a rich blend
of memories forming
a tincture of grief
an emotional balm
made to infill the holes
left in souls that might
otherwise die
incomplete and alone


Responses

  1. thank you for sharing my poem with your readers

    • most welcome always!!


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