On Grief (2/7/84) From My Book "Til Death Did Us Part'

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This was written a month after my husband, age 40, died of pancreatic cancer. I self published a poetic journal a year later, and this poem is from that book.

On Grief (2/7/84) From My Book "Til Death Did Us Part'

I can't tell you my sadness.
It pours out of the words in which I try to contain it.
I can't show you my sadness.
It would frighten you with its terrible ugliness,
  and most of you would turn away.
I can't put away my sadness.
It has soaked through every pore of my skin
   and flooded inside me.
So I will pretend to live each day
  until enough time has passed
    and shrunk this great sadness
        to a mere puddle in some corner of my heart.

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nytwind16 commented on On Grief (2/7/84) From My Book "Til Death Did Us Part'

06-29-2011

It's honest and touching..It reaches out to the readers..great job!

chopkins123 commented on On Grief (2/7/84) From My Book "Til Death Did Us Part'

09-20-2010

I LIKE THE LINE IT FLOODED INSIDE ME. REALLY TOUCHING AND REALISTIC. I KNOW THE PAIN. GOOD WORK

ccslim commented on On Grief (2/7/84) From My Book "Til Death Did Us Part'

11-11-2009

Nice touch! I felt hiddenness but see. I eased through fluid and touched! Great write!

Gramma2

11/11/2009

Thank you. It is so gratifying to hear from other poets. Now i will look up YOUR poems.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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