I'm not sure that I can howl
though certainly there are dread events
disembowelling enough to summon Munch's scream
horror piles up in numbers
dates, head counts, ages
and then little by little the faces appear
life-like captures that froze time into a smile
en famille, festive fun, ignorant of what is to come
what terms then can we come to?
to make peace with the unfathomable?
a pact with the devil?
dare I say grief is akin to an October leaf?
a brisk detachment when the wind lets loose
that sudden and brutal impact with earth
the stalk forever reaching back
now multiply that in knee-deep leaf litter
are we any wiser in comprehension?
are we any closer to each other?
With yesterday’s mass murderous events in Las Vegas at the forefront of our minds, Magaly @ the Imaginary Garden asks us to ‘howl our poetry into my bones’ for the Tuesday Platform.
24 thoughts on “Grief is a leaf”
Beautiful analogy there with the detachment of the autumn leaf… grief just a heap of inconsequence…
perhaps too a heap of inconsolability?
Cut to the bone, indeed. You have caught the sense of horror that makes us howl inside and out.
thank you Tish – usually I say nothing as it can feel like a bit of an impertinence to speak of other people’s grief and horror – here I trod as carefully as I could
Grief is, indeed, an autumn leaf–and there are so many kinds of leaves falling… It’s one of things that makes this world wonderful, I think. That we are so different from each other, and that so many of us can still write (live) together. Howling is not for everyone, neither is quiet. But… we can always meet in the middle, if we want.
Some events make it a bl**dy awful world but even in such a midst people can come closer together – for a while
Maybe, we’ll get lucky, and the while can be extended more and more and more… *fingers crossed*
I like how you compare grief to an autumn leaf… that is so deep!
A wistful time of year that naturally suits
Grief an autumn life… a perfect metaphor… Reminds me of Thomas Tranströmer who wrote in After a death wrote about grief
They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories.
Names swallowed by the cold.
I think your poem gives the same feeling (especially when leaves pile up)
I really like that quote – thank you
And I howled my grief all day today – just like an autumn leaf fallng to the ground.
No wonder the winds of Autumn howl
Lol. I always think of them as soothing.
There comes a time when one runs out of reactions; it’s all so overwhelming. I seem to have reached that – perhaps not permanently. You have found a beautiful way to express grIef and horror.
thank you for your appreciation – usually I do not ‘engage’ in world events as they are either too awful or complex but prompt and timing came together
What can we do in the face of nameless annihilation but wither? Natural devastations we can weather — storm survivors bury and build back — but purely human evil makes us recoil at our own existence. Keenly felt and written here.
thank you for that Brendan – am somewhat relieved that the feelings came through as words can be meaningless or too detached – it’s not an easy line to tread
I personally think no closer, no wiser, more detached and vacant. Perhaps that is what begets the carnage. What a nightmare. Thank you for your poem.
I’m with you Marian – there seems to be a widening gap between our alienation and moments of communal altruism
Wow, that is so powerful. Speechless…
thank you Beth-speechless is just the response I hoped –
Lovely and profound….love this Laura!
I really appreciate this kind of appreciation Carrie – thank you
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