Poem -
WASH DAYS
There is a heart on the kitchen
table. It is huge raw glistening
dripping. Is it mine? I see I am
ripped open, torn apart... one
huge cavity, bigger than
space. I'm perplexed.
Life knocks the door, waving
instructions. I understand.
I pick up the heart, wrestle
with it, it will not fit. Will not
conform, it is too huge, too
bloody, it must be sanitised.
I understand. Life taps
impatiently at the window.
There is a blank space by the
kitchen table, cleaning up
blood. Is it me?? The
washing machine tumbles.
Life hammers at the door.
M P 27/3/21
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This is terribly sad but also a genius write 💛💔💛
Hiya Gwen...it is about how grief has been sanitised in our culture. How it is wrapped up into neat little time frames and stages. How grief is meant to universal, the same for everyone. But it is not...there are different depths to grief just as there are different depths to love. Standing in the earthquake of loss is always painful, extremely so but there are different magnitudes of that earthquake. Sometimes the devastation is too great and the stages don't fit and the grief is too raw to be witnessed....it must be sanitised...to conform. Or something like that, I think possibly you might understand my meaning...hugs 💕
Marion yes sadly I can see exactly what you mean. It is why counselling doesn’t always work, because a lot of them follow a book. And we are complex humans, each different to the next. Grief shall always be a personal journey. There are so many variables to consider. Trauma, relationship, your own personality even and how you cope with other pressure will greatly impact how your grief will play out. You can’t put it in a box and say this is grief. ❤️ Hugs ❤️
I agree with Gwen...genius write....and sad....I've pinned this sentimental write for my personal reasons which I have been very emotional about. Tears swell up even now as I type this. I'm lost for words now.
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Love it Marian, and your explanation too, sometimes you don't fit in the usual grief rota...it fits you in as and when..xx
Hiya Pauline...always lovely to see you here ...thankyou love X
My Goodness MARION!!......this is such a creatively profound piece of poetic bleakness......it's as though the author has given up on life itself.....and left her/his heart on the table......to bleed into submission......to slowly find its way ~ come what may!!........PINNED!!.......for reasons too limited convey here!!......Wow!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo : (
Agree with all the above. The worst thing I could hear when my grief was still raw was all anyone would say. Time is a healer. Yeah well I don't need time. I just need them back. ❤☀ Excellent write Marion loved how you conveyed your message, really clever
That's the thing isn't it...how do you ever get back.on the boat Shelley 💞