Maybe in the Grip of Pain

 

A Memorial Day poem about love, grief, and grace:

 

Maybe in the grip of pain
Each moment seems like years.
Maybe there is beauty that
One cannot see through tears.
Remember that it's love that is
Impossible to bear,
As loss would not be torture without
Love to lead it there.
Days of grief are days of grace,
Although quite different on their face.
Yet love is what they share.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Elegy. By Asher Fulero. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI.

 

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/mayb12.html . For more poems for Memorial Day, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/memorialdaypoems.html .

Poem of the Week

May 21, 2009 #533

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a Memorial Day poem.

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Yours,

Nick Gordon

Maybe grief needs ritual, as music
Embraces rules that turn sound into song.
Maybe if one trusts that one won't lose it,
One can turn away, though grief be strong.
Reserve, then, days for rituals of mourning
In which one may allow the flood of grief
Again to inundate the heart, restoring
Life to deserts thirsting for relief.
Dance depends on choreography
As pain declares its sovereign right to be,
Yet performs with grace restrained and brief.

© by Nicholas Gordon