My grief is like a wreath that circles round--
around my inner life where I can pin
a circle pin of platinum and jet--
black jet wherein my grief's securely set.
It's set and yet it sparkles on the page--
the page wherein my poems find purchase, live;
they live and breath where loss had threatened death
for death can spell the onset of poem's breath.
Breathe in, breathe out, surpass the air of grief.
Author notes
Victorian mourning jewelry found on ebay
In a list
A contest entry
- Beginning/Ending Poems Wreaths by GotLilt.
700 points, ended June 1, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the way this one begins and ends with grief, a true circle. Very lovely.
K
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Oh Dear Sweet Sister
this I like very much, it is the cirkes in our lives that keep us connected, this poem is lovely, I read it with great delight, I am glad I found it , well done indeed
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"death can spell the onset of poem's breath." A beautiful and true line.
Excellent write.
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Very nice!
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Excellent wreath.
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