Sweet grief, come sit with me
relax, recline and rejoice.
I was aghast when you left me
at the dawn for the Sun to clasp
and the hope to flutter.
Sweet grief lie down with me
now don’t stomp or be in hurry
or if you attempt to leave
this time, I’ll hold you by
by your narrow neck and
show you what suffering
looks like, when the daylight
comes and the elusive hope flies by.
Beautifully penned. Grief being sweet is quite paradoxical
Thanks for the kind words, Shantanu. I called grief sweet coz if it stays, momentary joy will not be torturous. The fact that joy is fleeting is brutal. 🙄
Soon … Sweet Grief, .. lies with me in the the months of April and May …
Ivor it’s lying with me ryt now but I prefer it’s company, at least not as brutal as a fleeting joy !
Like the contrast.
“Sugar coated pepper, rolling sweetly on tongue, screeching bitter down the throat. Salt immersed tears, holding onto blink, sinking every boat…”
Thank for your kind words, much appreciate it!
Good to see that you’re giving Grief a taste of its own medicine in this poem, Tanya.
Thanks for the wonderful comment Drac, I feel fleeting joy is more brutal than the everlasting grief 😞