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.
“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 All Rights Reserved ®