! A Grief Ago

'There is no grief
which time does not lessen
or soften' -
so said Cicero, a man so often right;

by Michael Shepherd Click to read full poem

Comments (33)

I can relate, very nice :)
Ah! A grief and then despair. Or need it be? Such questions. Such answers I, too, explore in – Eternal Grief - Adeline
Very nice mr micheal....a grief ago...kudos, u r very good... Please i will luv for you to read a few of my poems...esp do not despair at the death of the light.... And leave a comment/criticism too i will appreciate it...thanks for sharing
we are born grieving, and find our very meaning there... great poem!
Like the poem. Have a look at child in your arms. I wrote it for my sister. Best wishes Dave
Never say ' I grieved once', truly the memory of grief will resurrect the feel of it once again. Almost as lasting as the reference E.lizabeth Barret-Browning made to never saying 'I loved once'. There is an eternity surrounding the both.The emotion is captured in your piece most fervently. Fay.
I'll remember both the image of the bulbs and the thought.
I'm another person who liked the part about 'the bulbs... becoming at last themselves', both as poetry and as a thought to muse on. Thanks.
Wow. This is really great. A departure from your earlier work from years ago, and I love it very much. The literary references are the cherry on top. Great to read you again - love, Sandra
I love the imagery, particularly in the 5th stanza. It spoke to my own recent loss. Thank you.
Michael this is an excellent poem, very well said. Thankyou--Melvina---
The poem entire speaks volumes but the fifth stanza is mine. Thank you so much for this graceful, grace-ful write...
You've done it again Michael Shepherd...Shown me what I know, but so much more than what I know. 'Gently, gently folded in the cupboards of the heart' tears me apart... And yet, your poem reassures me at the same time.
i haven' t read a more beautiful poem on poethunter....emmm...nor in any book...i havent read much...but from what i have...this one found a way into my mind and heart...stirred up some old grief maybe...can you believe it? ...i read it 4 times...and loved it more each time i read it...thank you for the feeling you generated...love...nalini
One word - stunning!
Wow....you did it, Michael....I am speechless.
What a beautiful poem. I wish I could also fold my grief neatly and store it away for future reference, but without grief
you've expressed what grief is for me. beautiful beautiful.
A 19th century Russian poet once wrote about 'light sadness' ('light' as opposed to 'black' despair) . I thought it couldn't be translated. But you come very close to it when you write about the pure memory of grief. Thank you for this beautiful poem. Julia
You didn't go under, around or over it - you went right through it which is the way of grief....the way to life. Truly glorious poetry.