Wednesday, April 11, 2018

THE MAGNIFICENT QUIET

Thirty plus years ago I lost a child.  Losing a loved one is a very personal experience.  I don't think anyone can really tell us how to deal with loss.  We all muddle through in our own way.  What I do think is worthwhile is sharing the journey.  I have attempted to do that in The Magnificent Quiet, Losing a Loved One-An Open Letter.  Here's the title poem from that piece.


THE MAGNIFICENT QUIET

 NO ROBINS SING, NO DISTANT BARKS

  THE FROGS IN THE POND ARE STILL.

COLOR BECOMES VIBRANT AND LOUD

ORANGE SUN, PURPLE LILAC SWEEPING YOU IN.

ONE WITH VERDANT TREES,

BLUE SKY, TAWNY BROWN DIRT.

FORSYTHIA BLINDS WITH BRILLIANT YELLOW

AND YOU ARE EVERY RED FLOWER,

EVERY GREEN LEAF.

A DRY, SILENT BREEZE STROKES

EVAPORATING TEARS, TIGHTLY EMBRACING YOUR SPIRIT.

AND IN THE BRIEF MAGNIFICENT QUIET

YOU ARE ONE.
 
I experienced this magnificent quiet shortly after my daughter's death.  Eventually I understood. 
 
 
 
Here's link to this piece
 
Best wishes from This Old Girl.

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