73rd Letter to a Poet

The flare and flamboyance
of this New England October
will diminish to a brittle cipher,
will petrify to cold severity,
will harden into doctrine,
bitter, stiff.

 

A year of losses it has been:
intimate deaths, sundered loves,
faith punchdrunk and tottering.

 

Who can bear this cacophony---
riot of grief and grudge,
stifled cry of thwarted aspirations,
collapse of dreams held dear?

 

Winter decrees:
You will know dark days.
You will endure
the mortal agony of cherished hopes.
Amid the wreckage of your consolation,
you will learn to live.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-04 at 06:00

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Bibek
I like the optimistic tone of the poem towards its end. It has been a difficult year for you, Tom, I know that. But "you will learn to live," we all have to learn to live. There's no way out.

Bibek
2018-10-04


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This is sad. Sometimes, when we suffer great losses it seems unfair that life seems to go on when we need time to adjust our hearts, but maybe it's the way to help us move on even as we don't want to. I feel your sense of loss. Such a beautiful poem that I will bookmark.
Ashe
2018-10-04