Some Other Time? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem choosing one of the five stages of grief by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross – denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I have chosen denial.

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“The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do, even what we think. We do this because we are afraid.” Richard Bach

Some Other Time?

Let's not talk about it now,
perhaps I'll feel like it tomorrow,
but, wait, Adele wants to come for lunch,
perhaps we should invite James too, and
what about Liz and Barry, this is good, 
just like the old days, what do you think?

Did you get the call from Frank about
the painting, no, well I've been thinking about 
what we said about redecorating, maybe 
the soft blues and creams, or maybe not, 
how about you? You seem unsure, have
you changed your mind?

Fay wanted to know how I was, so thoughtful,
and I thanked her for the book, which I read,
of course, you know the one, so helpful, I think 
I'm doing well just keeping busy and not dwelling 
on the grief. I think I'll go back to work in a couple 
of days, I miss it. What? You're very quiet?

More wine, no, well just a little for me then, 
I do love this place, do you remember when, 
and the words freeze in my mouth, and suddenly 
the tears well up in my eyes, tears I have been 
holding back, beginning to flow like a winter 
creek across my memories.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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24 responses to “Some Other Time? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Paul, a very impactful poem! Beautifully written, it captures the moment authentically. ❤

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  2. A great poem, Paul Losses are so hard to accept as we age! I can see how all the stages of grief play out now that I am older!

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  3. It seems we will do anything to avoid pain but what we don’t realize is that it waits for us, inside, and will have its way with us one way or another. You describe the attempts to hide/deny very well here.

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  4. This poem went straight to the heart, so insightful and true.

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  5. Oh, I’ll bet this beauty comes from a massive amount of experience in patiently counseling grief, doesn’t it? Absolutely effective. Bravo!

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  6. wow. How everything just moves along and then the…do you remember…and that’s what happens, just voicing it can bring the tsunami.

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  7. I adore this poem … perfect in every way. Thank you for gifting it to us.

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  8. lync56

    A great poem which so well describes this reality


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  9. Grief is a journey. A journey no one wants to be a part of, but where there is life, there is grief. Your words tell the story.

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