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.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Small Change or Big Bucks
“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 ®
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Paul, a very impactful poem! Beautifully written, it captures the moment authentically. ❤
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Thank you Cheryl, one of those gritty life experiences, so glad you saw it for what it is.
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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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Yes, i agree Dwight, I see them so clearly now, and personally, not just by learning as I did in my youth. It is much harder as you say, thank you for sharing.
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You are welcome!
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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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Yes, it is a painful journey in that early part, anything to distract, thank you very much Lisa.
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You’re welcome.
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This poem went straight to the heart, so insightful and true.
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A composite of work experience and personal experience, it has been on my mind of late.
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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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You would be so right Ana, and some of my own experience too, it never goes and years of sitting with others was precious. Many thanks
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I think it is yourself to whom our thanks is owed! We’ll make it mutual 🤗
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That is a happy outcome, delighted 🙂
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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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yes, once you speak, the gates are opened, no turning back, thank you for sharing Sascha.
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I adore this poem … perfect in every way. Thank you for gifting it to us.
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My pleasure indeed Helen, thank you for taking time with it.
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A great poem which so well describes this reality
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Yes a composite of my experiences.
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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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Thank you Patricia, yes, a difficult journey in the main, and I agree where there is life, there too is grief in its many forms.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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