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December 15, 2011

grief, my old friend

grief, my old friend

we walk this familiar path
snow creaks under our boots
the river is low
iced over

this thickening sky
falls into fog
our way is hidden now
we breathe in stars

somewhere the moon
diminishes somewhere
the sun spits out
its brilliant storms

blind here again
carefully we step together
this frozen ground sighs
opens beneath us

Digital Collage / Scrapbook / Art Journal, Snapshot Poems 2011

One response to “grief, my old friend”

loren

December 15, 2011 at 3:04 pm

Not sure this is my favorite poem of the many you’ve written, but I love the combination of collage and poem.

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In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

It is likely to be — it is best if it is — a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think — but it is not necessarily biographical.

grief, my old friend

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