A Poem a Day (552): Grief

I wrote this for 2minutesgo on the Unemployed Imagination website. Head over there this weekend to read, write and hear the rap in Mader's words. 

Grief
 
In spaces,
we tread spaces,
in circles winding,
forever spiralling,
this never ending,
this expanse of heart.
The emptying,
so severed links,
grey gusts twisting
from broken hands,
as we sink lower
into still blue water,
numbers marking how
out of depth we seem,
sliding in this endless
fade into the deep,
into the ever,
this dark arc rising
in silent speech
to greet us.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, February 4, 2023