Grieving and living can often be at odds. Getting on with life after losing a loved one can be sadly awkward and confusing.


Emergence Of The Bereaved

Fragile the day when the bereaved come out
and test their hearts with life
Will the air say to their souls to breathe
or will the wind cut like a knife
Too bright a sun might strike a wound
and display its warring factions
One could say run but the other say
its too soon for any actions
Oh but the clouds could dankly suggest
there will be no hope for sunlight
Don now your shrouds and keep to yourself
your presence must be done right
Too soon a display and others may say
respect has been mishandled
Feet turn to clay when hearts are broken
its best they should be sandled
But barefeet suggest you've lost the best
and dowdy should be your token
Nothing complete forms in a mind
that morns for a newly lost loved one
Beliefs oft retreet and scatter their truth
and faith is hastily undone
When grief moves to check on life
It takes each step with discretion
One hand soothes and steadies the way
Another grants chaos concession




Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2008-08-21 at 02:29

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Keiko
This poem is very well written and keep up the good work.
2011-02-14


limber junctionson
of course.
2008-08-21


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Thanks for pointing out the misspelling. Of course it should be Bereaved.
2008-08-21


limber junctionson
what is bereved?
is it a genetic thing?
2008-08-21


Kathy Lockhart
absolutely! Grief cannot ever be put in a box or come out in cookie cutter shapes. It is itself whatever form it takes.

You are filled with poetry and that's a very good thing.
2008-08-21