Dredging

on a day when grief
felt weighted
like lead in walking shoes
when there was no relief

would you understand
why those last few grains
of cremated remains

texture sharp as rough sand
found their way
to forehead and cheeks

ceremoniously dredging
the basement depths
of my most inner chambers
of sorrow

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

We all mourn loss differently, and yet no emotional experience is more universal than sorrow. Of course love is its sister I would dare to surmise. Both opposing twins that tug and pull upon our hearts from birth to death. We aspire to love in life greater and mourn just as equal. Because nothing exhibits one's adoration more so for the objects of our affection than when we have lost them. It is what defines our humanity. CLE

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Carlos, so pleased you stopped by to share your thoughts. You are very much appreciated. Have a good Tuesday.

[Soren]

Chris such vivid images of painful memories of loss. This cut into the soul. The last stanza was a very good piece of writing indeed.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Soren. I appreciate your thoughts.

[Coyote Poetry]

Somethings, stay with us. I lost two brothers to suicide in the late eighties. I remember them everyday of my life dear Chris.
"ceremoniously dredging
the basement depths
of my most inner chambers
of sorrow"
I took the sorrow inside my mind and heart. I became kinder. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Coyote. I can imagine the depth of your grief. I appreciate your thoughts here. All the best.